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The secret life of the Social Worker • The Social Worker is a sub-species of the Homo Sapien and is usually a solitary creature, hibernating in the winter months and often building nests of paper work. • The Social Workers height differs between 5ft and 5ft 6, this is variable in males. • The Social Workers call is a series off grunts and howls in a long and exaggerated manor, often accompanied by a series of human type vocals. They are very talkative creatures even though scientists have had very little luck understanding them. • The Social Workers eating habits include scoffing and wolfing food, usually in the 2 hour lunch break. This i

Some day I will wring your neck, Even though you are my pet. You're not mine you're Saitens mouse, Now get out of my bloody house! As you run I hear you squeak, You're faster than an athlete. I put down bait but you just eat, When will thy trap chop off your feet? You scamper past the skirting boards, I bet that next you'll come in hoards. Off with ye you silly rodent, Or I will put out poison--potent! You have evaded my best cat's jaw, But you have yet to miss her claw. Are you smart or is she thick? Next im coming with a brick! You chew the wires in the house, Boy you are a daring mouse. In hell you must rot! Hey there's

I can't see, but I know its the end. I can't hear, but I can feel my friend, She watches the nothing left of me, Slowly drip away.

Platies fat, Guppies small, Fry minute, I look after them all.

A shiny object slots into the drive, Fleetingly after: the screen comes alive! A window pops up, press ok. Then you cry in dismay. The computer puts on its brakes; It's stopped, it's crashed and far too late. A green blob appears on the screen; It states that it is horrid and mean. This is the end now, tough luck kid, you computer is trashed by a virus named SID (Super Ignorant Dude)

Silver constellations hung faintly in the black painted sky, The acid autumn moon haunted through the clouds, as the glow of its light fell silently on the eerie forest. Darkness and light battled a feeble battle under the canopy of trees, This was interrupted by the crisp frost on the ground being walked apon. The creatures eyes reflected on the ice covered birches. As the cats ebony pelt brushed against them. Darkness had won the battle In more ways than one: The cat dashed home; A rodent clamped in her maw.