Story Time With Peggy Halliday Young - Mrs. Peter Perkins' Private Political Party (Book 3)



Mrs. Peter Perkins hurries hastily home after fine food shopping on fair Friday. She is giving a pretty polite private political party and must clean her lovely lacquered living room. She puts the fine food into the kitchen's custom-made cupboards, checks her handsome homemade purple pies, crunchy sweet-crack cookies, courageous cakes and bologna bakes, plumcot pickles and funny fandangles that she will serve to her pretty polite private political party's gracious guests. She grasps the handle of her brush-broome with the millford motor and marches merrily into the lovely lacquered living room. Dagmar Dog is lazily lounging on the carpet and woefully watches Mrs. Peter Perkins perkily plug the brush-broome with the millford motor into the electric energy outlet. Cosmo, the cat crouches cautiously on the craftmade chair with the billowy pillows. She half shuts her eyes precariously pretending nothing is about to happen in the lovely lacquered living room. The sudden shocking sound of the brush-broome's millford motor is all Cosmo, the Cat and Dagmar Dog can stand and rising to their feet rush from the lovely lacquered living room----SCOOT! Hungry Harry Perkins hurries home from school. Mrs. Peter Perkins switches off her brush-broome with the millford motor and dashingly dances out to the kitchen. "Do not eat any purple pie, crunchy sweet-crack cookies, courageous cakes or bologna bakes, plumcot pickles or funny fandangles," she cautions. "I want to serve these things at the pretty polite private political party tonight." Then she returns to her lovely lacquered living room. Slow Sam, the hired man, wanders wearily in from working. Mrs. Peter Perkins switches off her brush-broome with the millford motor and dashingly dances out to the kitchen once more. "Do not eat any purple pie, crunchy sweet-crack cookies, courageous cakes or bologna bakes, plumcot pickles or funny fandangles," she cautions. "I want to serve these at the pretty polite private political party tonight." Slow Sam, Hungry Harry and Mr. Peter Perkins look longingly at all the glorious goodies gathered together on the kitchen's custom-made shelves. "All right," sighs Mrs. Peter Perkins, "You may each have one serving." And she slowly sits down on a kitchen stool warily watching as each human being gleefully picks out and gobbles up his parceled-out portion. Actually, no one showed up at the pretty polite private political party because everyone who was invited went to a public PTA meeting at the simply elegant society school. This made Mr. Peter Perkins, Slow Sam and Hungry Harry very happy because they got to eat up all the handsome homemade purple pies, crunchy sweet-crack cookies, courageous cakes and bologna bakes, plumcot pickles and funny fandangles and begged Mrs. Peter Perkins to give another party real soon.
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