Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day

Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect DayThomas Kinkade Beacon of hopeThomas Kinkade The Sea Of Tranquility
SQUEAK.
The rat was crestfallen. The Death of Rats laid a bony but not entirely unkind paw on its shoulder.
Squeak.
Tile rat nodded same direction.
You could stop a trolley by turning it over, when its wheels spun madly and uselessly. The wizards saw a number of enthusiastic individuals trying to smash them, but the trolleys were practically indestructible - they bent but didn’t break, and if they had even one wheel left they’d make a valiant attempt to keep going.
‘Look at that one!’ said the Archchancellor. ‘It’s got my laundry in it! My actual laundry! Darn that for a lark!’
He pushed his way through the crowds and rammed his staff into the trolley’s wheels, toppling it over.sadly. It had been a good life in the forge. Ned’s housekeeping was almost non-existent, and he was probably the world champion absent-minded-leaver of unfinished sandwiches. It shrugged, and trooped after the small robed figure. It wasn’t as if it had any choice. People were streaming through the streets. Most of them were chasing trolleys. Most of the trolleys were full of whatever people had found a trolley useful to carry - firewood, children, shopping.And they were no longer dodging, but moving blindly, all in the