When we tried to drag her out of the peat, her husband came out of the house.
He had obviously been drinking, and his left hand held a meat cleaver.
"You," he said, "are Martian Spies."
"Why heavens no," we replied, assuming our quasi-neo-classical-bogus looks
of innocence (taught us by the late great Mars Jimmy, who was famous for saying
"Who, me?"), "we just thought we'd throw your wife into the peat and drag her
out again."
The "peat moss incident" is not yours. thief.
Posted by: Anthony Draper | April 06, 2008 at 12:33 PM
The "peat moss incident" is not yours. thief.
Posted by: Anthony Draper | April 06, 2008 at 12:34 PM