week137

I hope you don't find this to be irreverent, or offensive, but on ML's
anniversary, I wanted to inject a bit of humour into the proceedings,
as I think Mike would have appreciated us having a laugh

"Oh dear, who made that awful smell?" said Adam. "It certainly offends
my nasal orifice."

"Don't look at me," said Joe. "I always laugh when I toot," and that
started him, giggling.

"And mine are very distinctive, cos they nearly blow the roof off,"
said Hoss.

"I always make sure I am on my own, before doing such a thing," said Ben.

"In that case it must be that strange woman we have sitting at the
head of the table," said Adam, moving further away. "Where do you find
these people, Pa?"

"I'm not sure," said Ben. "Half the time they just turn up and I feel
obliged to take them in. This one says she's married to one of the
hundreds of old friends that I knew back east. Thing is, I came west
to get away from them and they keep following me. Like leeches they
are; once they've got their hooks into me, they won't let go. This one
said she was suffering from fatigue, personally I think it's gas
that's her problem. Come on boys, let's go outside and breathe in some
of that good, clean, Western air that Montague* told us we have.
Personally, I think it smells of horses and cattle out there, but it's
got to be better than how it smells in here, right now."

THE END

Little Joe forever
Lynne
July 1st 2005
* From the ep The Countess


 

 

 

 


 

 

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