a legend is born

and the man was fat and jolly you say? yea, large belly, probably drunk, came in, ate cake, helped himself to a beer, vomited and left. without pay of course, everyone was to puzzled to do anything about it. no pay. he mumbled something about a job to do. a job he has to do, he himself? yea. he himself. with his bloodstock. cattle? don’t know, pigs maybe. or geese? you mean goats? yes, sheep and that sort of stuff. he said delivery. or liver maybe? you said he was drunk, liver probably. no delivery. ponies then. don’t know, he was driving an old banger, said he’d be back tomorrow. ah well, tomorrow then.

born again

i’m reborn, said silence.
while breadroll crumbled sponge all moist and spongy wiped the table. blokk cut ham in half and made faces at his upset look.
i was reborn and i did not want to, was happy and all quiet, said silence, but there was a shortage, someone called in sick and a poor soul was needed so here i am with the 3 — things again.

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