And so the cleaning lady came.
When she arrived she must have thought I was a freak as I opened the door with a loud gasp - she is so tiny that she looks about 12! I watched her try to clean the kitchen sink and didn't know what to think as she was on her tiptoes, not able to reach the plughole without stepping up on a stool...
I never like being around when the cleaning lady is here anyway, it makes me feel like a slave driver. But now, I feel like I am guilty of encouraging child labour!
She is well into her twenties, so I know I am OK, but I just had to find an errand to do to get out of the house and escape the sensation of being a monster.
At least my fear of Krusty falling in love with the Phillipina maid has disappeared - although she is beautiful, surely he would feel like a paedophile running away with her...
Brrr...
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- The rat and the monkey
- I, La Gitane, am a monkey. A metal monkey, to be precise. And Krusty, well, he is a rat. No, not the evil type of rat with red eyes and bushy, diseased fur. Nor is he the type of rat that has several monkeys at once. At least I hope he isn't. No, he is a water rat. And together, we plan to take over Hong Kong, one delicious roast goose at a time...
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