Mr Twit - retold by Izabella

This story was written by Izabella in room 18. Hope you enjoy reading it! :)

Mr Twit

Mr Twits face is covered in hair.  It grows in revolting tuffs out of his ears and nose like those of a nail brush.  He is foul and smelly; he never washes.  So as a result his hair was like a mini jungle.  It was full of maggoty cheese, mouldy cornflakes and slimy sardines. Mr Twit was never hungry. Whenever he wanted a snack he would stick out his tongue and search the hairy jungle for a tasty morsel to nibble on. He was always plotting away like mad, thinking of a horrible trick to play on Mrs Twit. Mr Twit had always been a twit, he was born a twit. When he wasn't looking for a morsel he was playing a trick on Mrs Twit like putting a frog on Mrs Twit's pillow. Mr and Mrs Twit used to be monkey trainers in a circus, their garden was a desert of spiky thorns and thistles that Mrs Twit had planted herself. There were four monkeys in a cage outside that Mr Twit would like to train for the first upside down monkey circus. Now that is the story of Mr Twit.