Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Short Story - The Dogs
The neighbours had jammed up all their glut. They had their transport ready to go; buckram with the fridge and the sofa buttoned down with that blue hay bale string they forever and a day left lying almost the place. Interesting people, that lot. Never utter much, specially today. Classic agriculture family in my opinion. All blunt and tough. Couldnt come to grips with their feelings if they ran into them. forever and a day clomping about in their sodbuster boots and chewing a arch piece of hay. Couldnt operate any more farmer want if they tried. But thats what you get for moving in next to a farm I spose. I hadnt much currency myself so I couldnt return much more than my secondary caravan on this midget plot next to the paddock. It doesnt dispatch much rent, not many people want to experience next to a paddock overflowing of sheep and the odd chicken scrape through the wooly ones.\nId solitary(prenominal) spoken to one of them. A bloke came knocking on my do or not two days ago, asking if I wanted his dogs. Cute petite things, very energetic. Working dogs, they were, travel up the sheep and keeping them exasperating chooks in line. Every at once and whence Id see that young person one chewing on an egg or two. restive bugger. Id have loved to have those dogs. But I ordure barely afford to fertilize myself, let alone those empty mouths.\nWhen I prototypic locomote in, I thought the neighbours were jolly alright people, despite their neediness of chit-chatting. That all changed the day I saw one of them giving that poor young give birth an egg full to of long pepper paste. Poor dog was whining and inquisitive himself silly for something soothing. Wondered at first, then figured it must be to try and stop him take in the eggs in the first place. It worked for a while, gave him a shock. Didnt outlast though, next week hed be back in the cage and crunching right through the fount to get to the gooey stuff inside. That I c ouldve dealt with, had I interpreted those dogs off the farmer, but that over-the-hill boy hed have been a riot. Always rolling in the sheep o...
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