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  • tlw1
    tlw1 Posts: 21,873
    pinno said:

    Given it's historical significance, I hereby present the tale told from objective voice hoping to seal it's place in folklore.

    It was the best of times, it was the worst of times but with joy in her heart and lightness in her feet, Lady TLW collected the Turkey from the Poultrey. She stepped away with a fervent stride. This oversized bird would delight the recipients when stuffed and glowing and glistening from the hot oven on the festive day, bringing tidings of joy.
    Lady TLW climbed in her carriage and sped off with gusto and glee.

    Alas, this day, this day of much rain which followed a day of much rain which followed another day of much rain (and another); oh it was damp and wet; more damp than a cold hot tub in February in Dudley. In her haste and excitement Lady TLW crossed the Ford like she had crossed the Ford 1000 times before but the carriage became stuck in deeper water than what she had become accustomed to. The carriage quickly filled with cold, rushing water and the bird slipped from her grasp and slowly entered into the water, bobbing and reflecting in the moonlight, dancing across rocks. The river; sweeping – nay; carrying whatever was in it’s way far out, far out from land and friends. Lady TLW's heart sank and she was filled with dread, tears welled up in her eyes adding to the precipitation thus far from the sky as she watched the magnificent bird disappear into the night.
    But worse, much worse, the (borrowed), gilded carriage of imported German craftsmanship from a distributor of repute, followed the bird and she had to abandon 'ship' and so was left in the middle of the Ford, water up to her quivering, pointy elbows. Breathless, cold and in danger of completing a threesome in the river – bird, carriage and woman of heart and substance, Lady TLW strove hard against the relentless current and exited this spontaneous river of doom, just.
    Every step, every soggy burdensome step back towards the Castle of TLW was spent thinking of how she was going to deliver the awful news to the expectant family within.

    ...and to this day, the master of Castle, her loyal and bitter husband – bound by official wedlock and signature has yet to forgive her. Yet to forgive that night of the unforgiving torrent and the amphibious feathers genus meleabris (North American origin), the sturdy carriage lost forever, all green with algae and covered in elodea canidensis - a wonderful habitat for newts and toads and protectorate of the fry of the Trout.

    ...to this day.


    Still too ferkin soon
    Stevo_666 said:

    pinno said:

    Chapter 2 coming soon: 'The silent dinner'.


    Will it feature turkey?
    It did - just a ferkin expensive one 😂

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