The playground of Uncle Frits and Aunt Coby (2)
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The door of the main hall of the town hall is thrown open with some force to let a breeving Uncle Frits and Aunt Coby in. Two legit security guards take the two and decide that these are probably some kind of good citizens, but just to be safe, they put some steps forward to keep an eye on the matter.
Behind the counter is a somewhat bored lady counting down the seconds and minutes. Just five more minutes, and then the service is back on. In her mind, she is already busy thinking about which party meal her husband is going to put on the table again today. Ever since he started a cooking course, it's a surprise every day, and sometimes a pleasant one too.
It will be her intuition, because suddenly she rises her head and sees two disgruntled citizens at a rapid pace. Escape is no longer possible, fortunately brace is still.
“Where's the mayor? “ Uncle Frits knows how to make these words sound like a cannon shot. Several heads in the hall turn its way.
