Monday, 14 April 2014

Good night, John Boy

The Girl walked out into the darkness, carrying her torch, to close up the chicken run against foxes. As I listened at the door, I heard her say brightly:  

“Good night Sooty."

“Cluck!” a chicken responded.

“Good night PS,” she told another chicken. “Buck,” one responded.

“Goodnight Cloudy.” “BWAAK!”

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