The Gronk-LaTwonks went for a walk around Good Side of the Snook and were in awe of the grand houses. One especially caught Gronk’s eye. It was on the best street as far as he was concerned and rose imposingly above the other houses. A double-fronted building, it was a distinguished white and the arched central doorway protruded perfectly. The owners had an incredibly upper crust triple-barrelled surname. The Fortescue-Stuck-Ups were only ever seen either in their sports car or attending extravagant parties. Gronk was jealous of this Poshey family. Really jealous. He wanted to be respected and admired like them. Or even better, just like the olden day Lord Snookington. One day that will be all mine, he thought.
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