“Well, I can’t say I did much yesterday. I had a few tasks to do around the house, then I went down to the grocery store and picked up a few things. The weather wasn’t very good, so I didn’t bother to take a walk or anything, I just watched T.V. for a while and eventually, waddled off to bed.”
Nobody wants to hear a story like that. Its only redeeming feature is the image of the writer ‘waddling’. This story needs way more features, way more waddling, if it is to fly as any sort of tale at all. The fact is, it is reasonably well put together. The problem is, it doesn’t have any Zowie.
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