Nothing left !
Mr. Wilson, who had a beautiful wife, was a merciless drunkard.
Although having a prosperous business he was always running
out of money. The only thing that mattered to him was that his
wisky bottle should remain intact...Full..that is !
As it happens in such cases he was in debt..heavily put down and
depressed. Mrs. Wilson was quite aware of it. Till now she took
care to see that he was always provided. But the limit of tolerance
sometime diminishes with circumstances not entirely favourable.
It was evening and as usual Mr. Wilson was heavily drunk. Soon
his mood turned towards philosophy..philosophy and philosopy.
" Nothing , my darling , nothing , " he mused.
" Did you say anything, darling ?"
" Nothing " he repeated.
" Do you want anything darling?"
" Nothing."
" Darling, that you will find in the Wisky Bottle."
Although having a prosperous business he was always running
out of money. The only thing that mattered to him was that his
wisky bottle should remain intact...Full..that is !
As it happens in such cases he was in debt..heavily put down and
depressed. Mrs. Wilson was quite aware of it. Till now she took
care to see that he was always provided. But the limit of tolerance
sometime diminishes with circumstances not entirely favourable.
It was evening and as usual Mr. Wilson was heavily drunk. Soon
his mood turned towards philosophy..philosophy and philosopy.
" Nothing , my darling , nothing , " he mused.
" Did you say anything, darling ?"
" Nothing " he repeated.
" Do you want anything darling?"
" Nothing."
" Darling, that you will find in the Wisky Bottle."
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