Worthy of Wodehouse……The Moon…..More on Taversoe Tuick…
by Bernie Bell - 10:04 on 26 January 2024
Worthy of Wodehouse…….
I was recently told a story which is worthy of P.G. Wodehouse - the difference is - it’s true! Here it is, in as near as possible to the story-teller’s own words….
When ‘C’ was a young man he had a job which included a tied-cottage, in which he lived with his Red Setter. Anyone who has known a Red Setter will know that they are daft – good natured, lovely dogs - but daft and a bit inclined to hysteria. ‘C’ was allowed to have the dog on condition that it was kept under strict control at all times.
The landlord’s wife bred Angora rabbits, of which she was very proud and fond.
On one occasion ‘C’ and his brother spent a pleasant evening at home in the company of a couple of bottles of Vino Collapso. Next morning - sore heads – not thinking - opened the door to let the dog out without first checking that the garden gate was shut.
The dog disappeared, then returned, with something hanging from its mouth. There ensued a chase round the garden as the lads tried to catch the dog and take its ‘prey’ from it. They succeeded, only to find that the something was a - very dead - Angora rabbit!
What to do? ‘C’s brother had a brain wave. As the rabbit had no visible injuries – thoroughly wash it - then walk casually by the rabbit pens and drop the passed-on rabbit, into a pen. Who’s to know? So they did.
Later that day, the landlord called by to ask had ‘C’ seen anyone suspicious hanging about. ‘C’ said no and asked why? The landlord replied…
“One of my wife’s rabbits died and she buried it. Some sick bastard has dug it up, washed it, and put it back in the pen.”
Like I said – worthy of Wodehouse.
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The Moon….
The Moon….
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
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Well, it is v. intriguing.
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