"Sister Monica Joan, have you AGAIN nicked my nail polish?" cried Trixie...For 5 sentences...

"Sister Monica Joan, have you AGAIN nicked my nail polish?" cried Trixie. It was the third time in as many weeks that her nail polish had gone missing and she knew the rather vivacious Nun was likely to be responsible for its disappearance yet again.

"But Nurse Franklin, I was merely re-ordaining its purpose."

Trixie simply sighed and shook her head, mentally cursing herself for not putting her belongings out of reach of Sister Monica Joan.

"Colour like this should not simply be used on nails to impress the cleaner of teeth, they should not be used so sparingly for nail polish is perfect for brightening these dull Turnips."

Resigned, Trixie walked away leaving Sister Monica to "decorate" the Turnips ready for the parade.