VOCAB Pt. 2 (Pearl in the Future...)

     Pearl stepped out of the church a newly married woman. She was Invigorated with a sense of happiness she had never felt before. The people weren't looking upon her as a little impish child running amok in the colony any more. Instead, Pearl as showered with gifts, compliments, congratulatory words, all sorts of things that made her feel like a reinvented spirit. However, this was short lived...

      After leaving the church and walking across the pale, narrow street to the ballroom, the wedding reception took place where everyone ate and enjoyed a delicious banquet followed by a galliard with the help of professional ballroom musicians and dancers. Pearl was having the time of her life until she walked over to the punchbowl that was on the table closest to the south wall. She was conversing with her friend Lynda while she advanced toward the table, and Lynda had such a loquacity about her that Pearl could not shake. She kept talking, and Pearl, not wanting to be rude or at all disrespectful, kept smiling and resuming eye contact whilst she poured herself a drink. This was impossible, for Pearl had to look away because she noticed that the ladel to scoop juice with was rather heavy, and she wondered if she had scooped an abnormally large batch of ice cubes on accident. She peeked, when Lynda took a break to regain her breath and her jaw dropped down through the floor the second her eyes met the contents of the liquidy saucer. The sombre and disgusting shape of a dead grey rat!

      Within the next minute, everyone was running out of the ballroom, screaming their faces off, running for the nearest policeman on patrol to dispatch the problem. The wedding was officially ruined and all of the participants were all flooding the streets in pure terror.

      Several years later, Pearl and her husband were very successful people in the field of medicine. She looked back on the memories of her wedding, and they were all happy moments to reminisce about. Yet, the dreadful memory of the dead rat turned out to be quite importunate, and she never live it down as the only thing that went wrong in her life while in Europe.