Uncle Frits and the unexpected opening
It could have been such a beautiful day, the alderman had been looking forward to it for so long. A beautiful neighbourhood centre, choir with it and then cut through that large rainbow ribbon with a sheer gesture. After that, of course, a drink and with an envelope leave the premises as soon as possible.
At the moment that Uncle Frits took his captive, the choir suddenly remained silent in all languages. The alderman saw the newly sharpened pencil baton coming at him in all sharpness. He was faced with the choice. Either catch Uncle Frits with all the ensuing consequences, or save the body. He chose the latter. By putting the small pass aside, Uncle Frits had already stumbled free track. The sharp pencil drilled into the tightly strained rainbow ribbon that tore in half with a short crack.
