Irina

Once there lived a English king who liked marmite ,no he didn’t just like Marmite he loved it and because he loved it so much he had it with every breakfast. It all happened during one ordinary morning when the king, after a long luxurious slumber, entered the dinning hall to have his breakfast. Everything was as usual exept for one teany tiny thing, the marmite was nowhere to be seen.The king became anxious, he called for his servants, they explained that instead of marmite they bought peanut butter. “No”, He said,”I like marmite!”,pause “Bring me marmite”