Monday, 23 January 2012

A fleeting glimpse

Tis so unseasonable I be sat here with nary a fire in the grate.  Amos be sick the other week so he did say we could break out the logs under the ole sheet for a treat.  I see the poor boys from the middle gathering a few sticks in the woods at dusk most days now.

Strange happenings the other night, when I did go out to put the old gander indoors, there be flashing lights seen  from the cricket pavilion.  Gave me the screaming nadgers it did, I can tell you for sure.  Then when I got indoors there was a fairy cake in Reuben's place with the top all chewed away.  What can this mean?   It be the gumprints of an enormous cat.

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