Prize Wheel

Phillip Something and Holly Whateverby stood astride their magic wheel.

They engaged with some common lad.

The banter was intense.

He was tremendously poor and used words they didn't quite understand.

Phillip repeatedly piped up, asking if any cars could be traded in,

Explained how that could raise some much needed funds.

The lad would be spinning for a chance to operate his kettle twice per day.

Phillip took charge of his wheel.

Flexed his daytime television muscles.

Offered a mighty tug to send the prizes spinning.

The free kettle tickets whirled upon their wheel.

Clacking by the pointer of success.

Phillip's excitement was palpable.

He slapped his paws together.

Two free kettle uses per day!

Unbelievable!