Friday, 2 September 2011
Autumn
Autumn approaches the farm like a fox at night intent on mischief. The amoebic membrane of the mega-farm has absorbed another local farm, our production capacity grows daily. Soon we will have a lake of milk to reflect the milky moon, and possibly a cow to jump over it too. Meanwhile, our mayor is elevated to the higher reaches of farmyard academia, no longer a case of pignorance being bliss and far removed from the early days of colouring with crayons. Elsewhere, the goats (see "new Goats") graze gracefully unaware of their likely fate.
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