The museum

You giggle and laugh as the feather duster brushes up and down your feet. "Help me!", you gasp. Fred jumps up and down on your head until you both tumble through and land in a big pile of feathers... and on top of an old lady in some sort of uniform, who just looks at you rather vaguely. "Who are you?" You ask. "And why were you tickling me?" "Oh", said the lady, "this is the museum, and you are in the 'Things that can tickle you' room. I'm the head tickler."

Written by duster28 (edited by wanderer)

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