This is a piece from Sheep Can't
Fly, the most recent publication
from 826LA.

He woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across his head; Ringo Starr tidied himself up after a hard day’s night of recording with the boys—John, Paul, and George—at Abbey Road Studios. It was a cool, brisk Liverpool morning, so Ringo decided to have some tea. He made his way downstairs, had a cup, and looking up, he noticed he was late. He hurriedly looked around to find something to eat before he left and picked up a bag of chocolate truffles.

“Good morning, good morning!” exclaimed a voice, startling Ringo. Lovely Rita, the local meter maid, sat on the island stool glaring at Ringo with glee.

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