It was a typical breezy Sunday morning; the birds were singing a rather cheerful tune, and by surprise so was the milkman. Thats rather strange; in fact Billy the milkman was never happy.

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Billy the Milkman

Hope Woods

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It was a typical breezy Sunday morning; the birds were singing a rather cheerful tune, and by surprise so was the milkman. That’s rather strange; in fact Billy the milkman was never happy. Why? May you ask… it was not his birthday or anyone’s birthday, it was just a plain old Sunday morning… the morning of Billy’s wife’s death!

“KNOCK, KNOCK” Mr Brown ran down the old squeaky wooden staircase to answer the front door. All Mr Brown could hear was a rather peculiar sound coming from the door. “It can’t be Bill” he silently muttered to himself; (Although it was the right day and right time for Billy to drop off the milk.) When Mr Brown unlocked and opened the rotting front door, he found that it was Billy, but there was something strange about him. Mr Brown looked Billy up and down, from head to toe. “Nope all fine here…Argggh hang on he’s smiling, not only is he smiling he doesn’t smell of the pig farm, he smells all nice and… clean??” Mr Brown thought in his head.

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“Morning Frank, here are your 4 pints off full milk… The best just like you like it sir” Billy said to Mr Brown with a smile on his face.

“Oh… Cheers Bill, How much do I owe you?” Mr Brown replied.

“It’s free, I won’t be delivering round here anymore, I’m moving away… far away from this s**t hole” Bill said.

Mr Brown stood there and was shocked by Billy’s foul language.

“Ok cheers, bye Billy!”

“See you around Frank” Billy replied.

Mr Brown picked up his milk and went inside. Susan, Mr Brown’s girlfriend asked if Bill was ...

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