Ragtag Daily Prompt: Waterproof

When Pirouette knocked over the ink pot, it was only half accidental. She watched calmly as the document upon which the pot had sat, soaked up the blue liquid. She smiled and said to herself, “Thank God paper isn’t waterproof.” She was done for the day anyway. Calling Abigail, she said, “See that pile of papers at the end of the desk? Give them to a messenger to take to his lordship, the prime minister.”

Abigail’s eyes grew wide at the titling tower of paperwork. “Did you go through all of that in one sitting?”

“Indeed I did, and my hand is cramping so that I can’t do one more jot of work!”