Wednesday, 26 May 2010

Read All About It!

Oh dear, a bit of a flurry in the slurry down at the farm. The village newspaper wrote an investigative article about goings on back at the main homestead. The mayor is less than amused at the aspersions so liberally dispersed among village folk and farm folk alike. Sadly, as no great surprise, it seems that little Tommy's quirky stories are not a million miles from the truth. In my case, more a gentle expulsion of air through delicate lips than a full-blown whistle. We live in a global farm - the butterfly wings that create hurricanes at the other side of the world are like the little sighs and whispers that may one day become a typhoon. A grandiose notion, perhaps. But grandiosity rules - for now.
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  1. Anonymous9 June 2010 at 23:52

    Sir,

    I live in the fetid heart of Septford, which is somewhat disconcerting as just six months ago I had not even heard of the place. I recently witnessed the Mayor deliver a rousing speech from atop a minor hillock just a mile or two east of my local milking station. I am distressed. His speech was received with prolific head nodding amongst the assembled masses, many of whom wore the glazed expression of an opium fiend. He spoke of unity and good fortune for all. He did not mention the need for compliance at all costs, nor did he hint at vile retribution for those that cross his path.

    I should have felt ecstatic.

    But the Mayor was naked....

    I lay here this evening, amongst those in my care, feeling scared. Dark forces gather on the horizon. But surely, he is only the Mayor?

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