He opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was exactly 3 a.m. - time for his nightly foray - time to explore his domain. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, stretched, put on his slippers and robe, and headed for the door of his room. He quietly pulled the door open and checked the hallway. The WD-40 he had borrowed from the maintenance department had done the trick.
Good - nobody in sight. No sounds either. He grabbed his brightly coloured rubber tipped cane and crept into the corridor. Read More
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