It was dark outside when Donald answere the door. She had said she would be there at 6 o clock but now it was more like 9.00. She was naiv and asked if she could sell his cigarette-case

For a moment he thought she might be in a confused state. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he he gave her his case and she sold it.

Donald made a living nowadays as a melody farter

.............

She spent days trailing around after him, collecting video footage for her net site and listening to stories about the time Shiela Tequilla and he had "been too much for Naples".

The pantomime developed loosely around the tale of Cinderella. Donald was Donald, the Prince was a charles, the Sista a diana and Buttons a wimp

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald shaved his legs and commited suicide

She got pissed and fell out of the window with the cat

and the hotel fire alarm went off at 5.00am in the morning. They all looked dog rough, except for Donald who had matching blue cotton Pyjamas.

They never found out "who done it" but damm it if Donald wouldn't have given his cigarette case away everthing would have worked out differently