Greetings from En-ger-land (I guess we shouldn’t mock the many hardened footie blokes who now sit weeping into their beers in the pub after the miserable defeat we suffered at the hands of the Germans, but still…it’s really quite hilarious).
As you may guess, Wuss, Boots and myself detest football. However, they do love certain things. As we find out here in the first installment of Wuss ‘n Boots, Wuss has a determined love for the cookie (or biscuit, as we poshies say). This love has drawn out a dastardly sneaky side in the usually so moral Wuss (said with intense irony I may add- he is anything but moral, but this is balanced by his extreme laziness and inability to see most things through. The next Moriaty he is not.) and he pays the price. And as members of his feline race so often display, he attempts this usual act of defence.
To Boots’ obvious amusement.
Wuss and Boots both (as you will find, should you wish to follow their weekly escapades) are unusual boys. To coax them into conversation is difficult, and often done through myself. They are uneeringly British in their sharp humour, yet softness so often creeps in, even to the seemingly hard heart of one.
Intrigued? Then do ask them something. I believe you may be amused at their replies…
Ru (with W & B)