Wednesday, 19 March 2014

The Old Countryman

He was an old countryman through and through. With his nose pointing towards the ceiling, Sunday afternoons he gave up the ghost with his slack mouth invitingly agape for the errant children who dared themselves to see what things they could get away with dropping into it without waking him.

A pheasant.
A fox.
Once a small potato.


  1. this tickled me......thanks for the smile ~* always a treat comin' round here.....



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