ian drove his golden Volvo up the hill and

ian drove his golden Volvo up the hill and down,parked by the bay and waited.He knew something would happen soon but didn't want to draw any atention on to himself.

Michael shed his sport coat as he got out of the Volvo and waited for her to arrive. Hoping to blend in with the thousands of nine to fivers leavings their offices near China town

. His towhead bobbed above the mobs of salary men. Michael pondered how he could hide among the throng. She would spot him like a three-dollar bill. Would a ski mask be suspicious?

Then he decided the headless horseman was right, he should chop off his head and carry it around. Then he wouldn't be taller than anyone. At first the bank manager (his boss)

was resistant to this idea. "What if a valued customer should complain?" he worried. "Then we should all be in the dog box." However, once he realized the potential of

the energy stored in his worry he'd be able to convert it to kinetic energy and viola! he'd have a solution to the world's energy crisis. But he needed to really crank up the worry

if he wanted the viola to sound just right! I mean, the kinetic energy was important, but lets face it, who doesn't want a viola?? Simon ran, swift as a

ted into the lap of a freckle-faced piccolo player who quickly taught Turtle how to play trills and perform the correct fingerings. Turtle poked his head out & smirked at the viola

player. Turtle had just installed surround sound in his shell. Turtle and the viola player discussed musical equipment for hours. Turtle realised he had come out of his shell.