Scrooge's Funeral: A Short Story

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Today was quite a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the air smelled of a fresh spring morning. Oh wait, that’s just my imagination. It was actually quite dark, and I couldn’t hear anything. The coins next to me couldn’t even talk. I mean, come on I can! I was trapped. Trapped in some man named Scrooge’s pocket. I’ve been here in his pocket for a while now. He never takes me out, not even to pay his assistant Bob Cratchit. He only pays him in pence not even close to half-a-crown. He’s rich! And he won’t give me to the poor or the homeless. However, today that all changed. Scrooge put on his coat this morning and let and a great hearty chuckle. I almost couldn’t believe it, that is until the stench of his breath …show more content…

He never takes me out, not even to pay his assistant Bob Cratchit. He only pays him in pence not even close to half-a-crown. He’s rich! And he won’t give me to the poor or the homeless. However, today that all changed. Scrooge put on his coat this morning and let and a great hearty chuckle. I almost couldn’t believe it, that is until the stench of his breath came through the cloth of his pocket. Scrooge, the same Scrooge who I believe has never laughed in his entire life was actually laughing! I have no idea what came over him that Christmas day, but suddenly he was acting exceptionally nice. Scrooge walked over to the window and looking only slightly confused called out “What’s to-day!” What sounded like a young boy responded with “To-day!” “Why, CHRISTMAS DAY.” I heard Scrooge muttering to himself. “It’s Christmas Day! I haven’t missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can.” I have no idea what he meant when he said Spirits, I believe he may be going mad. Although, what he said next surprised me even more. “Do you know the Poulterer’s, in the next street but one, at the corner?” he asked the