'Twas fast approaching the season of goodwill to all, and in the cold, cold, cooooold
wind stood a shivering urchin, clutching to his breast a scrap of paper as though it were gold.
'Please sir', said the child to the passing stranger, whom heeded the tiny voice not. 'Please sir', sayeth the child once more, tugging on the hemline of another gent's coat tails while taking care not to catch a cane betwixt his britches, but alas and alack, the passers by heard not the child's pleas. He minded not, nor did he throw a brick at the back of their heads (for he was a pleadin' saint).
Then a young lady stopped, and spake thusly 'Why, child, what cause have you to stand shivering in the street, outside a Lego Brand store, clutching to your breast a scrap of paper? Do you have invite to attend a special gathering here?'.
'(Not bloody likely) I mean, no miss. Tis my swap list Miss. I is 'oping to finish me set', replied the child in a voice which bade angels weep... stupid angels, chopping onions.
'Oh, do let me see!', exclaimed the young miss in an inexplicable burst of enthusiasm common for the time, possibly brought on by lack of oxygen to the brain caused by corsets at least two sizes too small, not that the child would point such a thing out, for he had a knack for avoiding clips round the ear'ole.
'Cor it is cold miss' he added as she read, shivering a bit for good measure, and not wanting to be outdone for dramatic effect, the wind whistled across the cobbles... (nobody likes a cold wind across their cobbles).
'Hmmm, I do not possess these' she said, adding 'but I'll show it around inside and see if I get any takers'.
'Thank you miss, and could you also ask if they have any of the figs I need, too', said the urchin, ducking... Which was a fashionable sport at the time.
And so the kindly young miss strode into the store, showed it around a bit and took a bow. Unfortunately for the gathered crowds, that was just a play on words and besides, she was an exclusive sort, so nothing was coming off.
The narrative paused, just to let that last joke sink in a bit...
But here the tale must end, as with all such Romantic tales of olden days that would be played out upon stages far and wide by English players for centuries hence, the author becomes bored and, stuck for a finish, needlessly kills someone off for touch of cheap sentiment.
So it is with heavy heart, the sweet virtuous lady succumbing to galloping consumption and a bout of influenza brought on by a dip in the pond on a breezy summers day when out riding with Mr Dashly, whom we thought she would marry one year hence. She sadly dies in a painful coughing fit, and dropping from her clenched hands... that poor urchin's swap list, which she never forgot.
Everyone applauds, some dab tears from cheeks.
So ladies and gents gathered to me now, what did that child's list contain, that would give the fictional lady's departed soul peace to know was delivered to him?
HERE it is!Series 11 Wanted
#71002-3 Pretzel Girl
#71002-5 Island (Tiki) Warrior
#71002-12 Saxophone Player
If anyone can help out with any of those, I'd appreciate it... (ooooh, it is coooold!
Here's a list of some spares I could trade, but happy to work out something else if you already have these.
I Have (sealed):#71002-6
S11 Gingerbread Man#71002-7
S11 Holiday Elf#71002-8
S11 Lady Robot#71001-6
S9 Battle Mech#71000-14
S9 Mr Good and Evil#8833-4
S8 Pirate Captain#8833-1
S8 Evil Robot#8833-11
S8 Vampire bat#8833-6
S8 Football Player