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The fine art of selling

'But 'ow does me buying 150 clockwork chickens 'elp me run a vineyard?' asked Camille. 'Many, badly informed, people would ask exactly the same question,' replied Cyril. 'Maybe I could meet them?' suggested Camille. 'We would 'ave something in common.' 'They cost almost nothing to run,' continued Cyril. 'I am still thinking a great big, ten hoof high, non!' replied Camille. 'Which is where you'd be making a serious error,' said Cyril. 'I've invested everything I have into steam driven quail,' mooed Annie. 'And have you regretted it?' asked Cyril. 'I am a happier, calmer, person and may run for election,' read Annie from a printed card. 'See!' said Cyril. 'What better recommendation could you ask for?' 'And my horns are shinier after just 3 treatments,' added Annie. 'It just keeps getting better!' said Cyril. 'But ma 'orn...

Chicken investment made easy

'Which is why there's never been a better time to get into diesel powered chickens,' said Cyril. 'I'm in!' mooed Annie and she did a little dance and two of her hats fell off. 'So how much would you like to invest?' asked Cyril as he helped to put the hats back on. Annie thought VERY hard. 'Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....this much!' she replied and held hers hooves apart. 'Tell you what,' said Cyril, 'come in for twice that and I'll throw in 5,000 copies of String World for free.' 'Yippee!' shouted Annie and two of her hats fell off. 'That keeps happening!' she said. 'So it does,' agreed Cyril as he put them back on again. 'Perhaps I should nail them on?' 'Possibly,' replied Cyril and he was just about to explain rather more about motorised chickens in general and a start up venture with solar powered Buff Orpingtons when Norma arrived. 'Oh...