Mrs Pratchett

Mrs Pratchett

Mrs Pratchett was a horrible lady. Her hair was like a

bird’s nest that had been tossed around in a storm.

Her hands were like she’d been transferring handfuls

of coal into the furnace of a rattly, oily train. All of

her teeth were like gravestones in her mouth. All of

them except four had fillings into them.

Her apron looked like a rag you used to clean an

engine of your car, only goodness knows what she

had on it. Her shoes were like they had been placed

on top of a skyscraper and it gets blown up.

Joe