by David Barron
that, and I've known you for quite some time now."
"Oh yes not a lot of rolls know about my early life."
"It must have been very disappointing to see them get beat then?"
"Not really I knew the two sides were equally matched."
"What did you think of the new Rollington Rollvers strip?" asked Bertie
"A bit too buttery for me Bertie, I'm not a great lover of yellow."
"Oh well must push on Rolly, perhaps I'll see you at the return game next week."
"Yes well I can't promise I'm not really a great football supporter, I only went to the match because Floury wanted to go, and I felt I had too to cheer him up after his scare."
"Yes I heard about that Rolly, please give him my best, and if your at the next game I'll look out for you."
"Bye for now."Bertie got back on his rollacycle and rode off down the road, waving as he did so. Rolly went into the local shop and bought some things, paper, tea bags, sugar, and a big carton of milk for his corn flakes. He took everything back home before going out again and made his way to Floury's house in Baker Street. He knocked on the door and waited.
"Afternoon Floury how's the head?"
"Oh don’t ask I feel like I've been kicked by a large bloomer."
"Come on in and get a seat, I'll put the kettle on." Rolly sat down while his friend went through to the kitchen, and whilst he waited looked around at the photographs on the walls of Flourys house. He had seen them many times before, but then he noticed that there was a new addition to the group on the wall over the fireplace.
"I say Floury I see you have a new photograph of your daughter and a new addition to the family."
"Oh you noticed eh."
"Yes that's my daughter Crispina with my grandson Stick."
"She married a Frenchroll you know."
"So is the baby known as French Stick then?"
"Yes he is indeed, and he's like his father, very long and thin."
"Yes I can see that but he has his mother's eyes."
"Yes your right I never really noticed," Floury said as he handed Rolly his cup. They sat for a while discussing family and the new village hall that was going to be built, now that they had got the funding from central bakery. Two hours passed before Rolly stood to say he had to get home, and get his dinner on, he was quite famished. Floury wished him a good night, and reminded him that there was a return match this coming Saturday. Rolly said he didn't know if he would go, but he'd let him know in plenty of time.
That night Rolly thought over Floury's offer to go to see another match on the Saturday, and after a bit decided why not, he wasn't really doing anything this Saturday after all. With that thought stuck firmly in his mind he went upstairs and went straight to sleep, it had been an eventful few days. In the morning Rolly was up and out of his bed early, he would go into the big city today for some shopping. He usually went to the big city once a month but felt he had to go earlier as he was fast running out of the necessities. Rolly had breakfast and then got himself all set for a day in the city. He walked down to the roll stop and waited for the Bakers bus, and it didn't take too long for there were usually lots of buses, it was a very busy route. He hopped aboard the bus when it came and paid the driver his fare, and then went and took a seat at the back. He liked to sit at the back, on one of the wooden trays, he could watch all the rolls getting on and off, and he had made up a little game to pass the time away, trying to work out where the other rolls were going and what they might be doing when they got there. Sometimes it was easy with a roll carrying a large message bag, he or she would be going for the weekly shop, or a roll with a briefcase perhaps he was going to a meeting somewhere. Rolly loved the game and got endless pleasure from it and sometimes wondered if anyone played the same game he did on these long bus journeys. At last the bus reached the bakery in the big city, and all the rolls who were left on the bus got off, and all went their separate ways; to what Rolly could only guess, as for him he was heading to The Bakersville Super Roll, where he would be able to pick up anything he needed at knock down prices or so it said on the advertisements. He walked round with his trolley and placed the things he most wanted into the basket, trying to work out in his mind what it would all eventually cost, he didn't want to spend too much if he was going to the match with Floury. After he had all he needed he went up to the check out and paid the nice French girl her name on her badge read Croissant what a lovely name he thought, and what a marvellous tan. He left the shop and went back to the stop he'd been dropped off at and waited for the bus back to the village. He had intended to stay all day in Bakersville but he had never liked the crowds so his little trip around the crowded super roll had been enough for him. The bus did not take long to come and soon he was back in the village, walking up the hill to his house, and once in the door he emptied all the bags and put everything away.
Rolly never went out again for a couple of days, much preferring to stay at home and watch the new show on the TV with Hard Fired the new action hero, and the baddie, Soft White. Soft white was a callous villain and more often than not he would try to cause as much trouble as he could for Hard Fired, but he of course was always up to the job, with his chiselled good looks and dark skin. Saturday morning came and Rolly was up like a shot and had everything organized and was raring to go by ten o clock. He grabbed all his gear and headed straight down to Floury's house, where Floury was also raring to go, and highly excited at the thought of his team winning for a second time. Rolly didn't really care which team won, he had never been that interested, but he did hope that Floury would not be too disappointed if his team lost. They caught the bread van into Bakersville and made their way to the ground for the start of the rematch. They got two good seats and settled down; the trays were packed with rolls from all over eager to see their team win. The match started to a great roar from the packs of rolls. Of course it wasn't like a normal match you would know, these teams had thirteen players or a bakers dozen. The Rollington Rollvers side won the toss and started out quite keen to grab an early goal. The two teams were quite equally matched with Rollington Rollvers playing their best rolls for the rematch. Soon enough though a Rollington Rollvers striker grabbed a goal from a header near to the Bunningham city goal mouth, which went straight past the keeper's outstretched arms and hit the back of the net, but Bunningham were not to be left behind and soon they too had scored. It was a rocketing shot from one of their new signings, and roared past the Rollington Rollvers keeper who never even got a hand to it. The crowd roared and cheered as their team equalised, and then settled back down, whilst cheering their team on to do it again. The match of course ended with both teams scoring again, and so it was deemed a draw, with both teams' fans quite happy with honour saved, on both sides. Rolly and Floury left the ground and made their way to the roll stop to get the van back home. Once they had arrived back in the village they popped into the local pub, the Bakers Arms and had a couple of pints. Floury was very pleased that his side were now to be crowned champions of the league, and ordered some more drinks to celebrate, with both leaving the pub quite the worse for wear.
Rolly gets Married
A few weeks later Rolly was surprised to see a new family moving in to one of his old neighbours houses. He wondered what had happened to him, and couldn't remember when he had last seen him in his garden. He found out the very next day when he had to go into his own garden to water his flowers, for one of his new neighbours was sitting out on the grass catching the sun, and why not it was a lovely day, with hardly a cloud in the sky.
"Hello there lovely day isn't it?" said his new neighbour.
"Yes it certainly is," replied Rolly.
"How are you finding your new house?" asked Rolly.
"Oh couldn't be better, just getting used to the peace and quiet of village life."
"Can you tell me what happened to the old roll that lived there before you; I only ask because I hadn't seen him for a while?"
"Oh Mr Bap he left to go in
to an old rolls home, and his family put the house on the market."
"Oh I didn't know he was that bad."
"Yes seemingly he'd been losing his dough for some years you know."
"What a shame, oh well happens to us all." Then Rolly was struck by a most fabulous site. A bread knife about the same age as himself came into the garden and sat down on a lounger next to her father. She was a rather slim bread knife, and had a long shapely handle. The knife saw Rolly looking with his mouth open and laughed a little.
"Oh I'm sorry I'm Sheff Field and this is my daughter Stain Less, and I'm sorry I don't know your name."
"Oh I'm Rolly Butter, and I live here; glad to know you." Rolly could not take his eyes of this most beautiful creature and was sure that she was the loveliest thing he had ever seen.
"Well I may see you again; I must get on with my chores, so glad to know you." Said Rolly, but really he was dying to just stay there and look at her.
"Why don't you come over tonight Rolly we're having a bit of a party." Rolly was aghast, he'd maybe get to meet her formally.
"I'd be glad to come, ehm what time would you like me over?" he stammered.
"Oh why not come round about seven for cocktails."
"Yes that would be grand."
"Ok then see you then." Rolly went back into his house and realised that something very strange
