Answer to the 100-word fic challange
The sun rose.
And he borrowed deep into his blankets.
His mother called.
He pretended not to hear.
The time had come,
An appointment was made.
No time to waste.
His mother would say,
"Darlin', it's the clothes that make the man."
And so a trip to the tailor.
Was in dire need.
Yes, the need was great.
The day was approaching fast.
And to dress the part was the plan.
The day was at hand.
And he in his double-breasted suit, green shirt and tie.
Was the best-dressed first grader.
On his very first day of school.