The Horror of Lethal Laughter

The arrival of March marked the end of gloomily snowy weather, as spring took over, bringing with it a vow of joy and a picturesque scenario. The streets of London seemed to illuminate with breathtaking beauty as the local trees blossomed with an exotically motley bunch of flowers of variant colours.

Mum appeared to be rejoicing heartily at the change of season, as she busied herself in watering the ravishing bunch of flowers in our backyard. I helped her mow the lawn while dad brought out the gardener in him and skilfully chopped the plants using his trusted pruning shears, thus, resizing them efficiently.

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