Friday, 20 June 2014
All good things...
'I have a feeling that eventually the spring will just give out,' mooed Norma.
'In ten years or so,' replied Captain Bill.
'Well, you know Annie,' said Norma. 'She'll get bored with it in a month or so.'
'And Camille is actually proposing to run a prison?'
'It's going to be a sort of prison, school, vineyard combo,' replied Norma.
'So what next?'
'Going home time, I guess? And I'm afraid we have to take a break.'
'I thought we might.'
'I suspect The Great Pencil in the Sky needs to go off and earn some money.'
'And how does he propose to do that?'
'I'm not sure really.......through intelligence, wit and artistic ability?'
Captain Bill stopped and looked at Norma.
'Possibly,' agreed Norma.
And they all walked on for a while.
'Soooooooooo,' asked Captain Bill, 'what happened to Bertha?'
'Norman fell on her,' mooed Norma.
And Captain Bill laughed until he felt quite, quite ill.
(Dear Readers, Thank you! If you've read one or a hundred and one, thank you. It doesn't work without you. Now I need to stop for a while. The Cows will be back, I suspect they will always be back, but it will be a time. Until then, take care and possibly next time around I'll try to write a proper plot....not promising though!)