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by :FI:McBiggles » Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:41 am
Alright, look. I've no idea what happened reaally. I do remember my saying at the time, that that didn't look like stout enough chain. And now, look at that, snapped like twine. No. I don't think we'll have any trouble finding the thing, there's a path of devastation the length of the field. Now look here, I hope you don't mind, I've taken the liberty of sending into the village for the vet. You know,... dart gun old boy, well don't look so shocked. Do you have a better idea? You don't reaally believe someones going to just put a rope on it do you? No, I'm afraid your on your own there mate. Me, I'm waiting for the vet. and a marksman from from the anti aircraft battery.
McBiggles
Being Irish, he had an abiding sence of tragedy, which sustained him, through temporary periods of joy.
W.B. Yeats