Monday, 10 December 2012

A Cautionary Tale

Folks do say tis the season of merriment and revells so I durst treat mysell down the market. I fished the pond through and dragged out near enough coppers to give over for a batch of they new fangled cloots pegs. But they did splinter to dust in my fingers when I did try to hang the laundry on the barb wire. So I just go back to the old ways and drape the smocks on the thorn bushes.
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  1. KirstenM11 December 2012 at 05:38

    Ar, so 'tiz true then, when folks say 'tiz the old ways that be the best ways.

    I'll let thicky bramble bushes alone then, ready for dring the sheets when I washes 'em next spring.

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  2. Archdruid Eileen12 December 2012 at 11:23

    Thou oughta tie they clothes onto Feckless, and let 'em dry in the wind. Or hang 'em up afore the Quivering Brethren - all the sobbing and wailing will soon dry em out.

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