Happy New Year folks, sorry I’ve been away form it all, far too much rich food and way too much booze, Christmas should carry a health warning, next year I’ll be far more organised. So Rochelle I’m back, and slightly late on a thursday night, but on the toilet I had a thought, not fully formed so i’ll see what comes of it. Thinking cap on.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
The man scratched his head looking across the water. How could he have been so naive?
Traditional enemies; the fox and the chicken had played him like a Bontepi organ. All the Sly talk of leaving the grain with him, taking the chicken across to murder and marinade, then coming back to collect the man, and laughing toward the future as they gormandized plump breast, sucking their fingers and paws clean.
As he gazed across the water, silhouettes of the animals in a hideous vulpine-cockalorum embrace behind the camper van curtains.
He kicked the sack of grain at his feet.
There we are, relatively pleased with this effort, and 100 words on the beak…
The Count Of North Clifton 
Clever fox and chicken. Clever story
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Thanks Neil, Happy New Year
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He should’ve seen it coming. Good fun.
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Thanks 😊
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A tale worth waiting for! Delightfully different.
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Well thank you very much, I missed the yule F.F-estivities!
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Dear Shrawley,
Now there’s someone with egg on his face. Glad you survived the holidays. But will you really do things differently next time? 😉 Good to see you back…um…er…in the saddle.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I think I may try and get away next christmas, somewhere hot, maybe
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Ah, consumed the body, they’ll never know who the murderer is. Of course he should have taken the chicken and the grain across first. Gone back and had a few drinks with Sly, wait a day or two and then go across to have a fat chicken feast.
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An inventive tale, sort of folk story mashed with crime thriller. Well done
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Or the riddle of how to cross a river with a fox, a chicken and a bag of grain! With a diabolical twist!! Thanks!
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Clever, very clever.
But you are still a cad and a bounder!
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Me thinks there’s a moral in there somewhere. But I’m not sure what will become of the sack of grain.
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Never trust a fox, and with the earth burning the sack of grain may well be important for the future.
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That was great! Over-stuffing and over-boozing did your imagination no harm… I must admit I loved the vulpin-cokalorum … How to use that one in the future, eh?
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I’ll be using that again, I’m running a fox chicken genetic crossing lab, it’s regularly dropped into conversation
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I’m saying how the hell am I gonna insert it? LOL
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This was so innovative… being tricked by the fox is quite normal, but in conspiracy with the chickens… well that’s new.
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Thanks Bjorn! That’s what I thought
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Haha a fun piece! Clever. That’ll teach him !
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Thanks for reading and saying so, means a lot!
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