There’s something in the air.
There has to be.
I mean to say, there’s no other explanation for it.
None.
Whatsoever.
What, with the recent goings on in Essex and all.
I’ve just seen a polar bear strolling around the back of the dry cleaners. I had to call in to drop some laundry off, which will be done for Tuesday, but moments before I walked in through the door I saw its bulking mass amble behind the shop.
Other people must have seen it, I thought to myself as I walked into the shop, as there is a busy main road behind the building.
Shop business dealt with, I thought I would walk the long way back, and walk along the main road. Why I thought this is beyond me, as you really don’t want to come face to face with a polar bear, do you? Nevertheless, I walked that way.
I jumped as I saw the large white figure staring at me behind the shop.
Snagged on a bush was a large white carrier bag, rounded like a hot air balloon, trying to free itself and fly with the wind. Luckily, I never ran.
Like I said… there’s something in the air…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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