
I therefore took my hilariously mis-shapen vegetable to my friends the goats at the end of Mr Bence's garden. I was convinced we would have a riotously amusing morning laughing at it.
How wrong I was. For when I arrived they ignored my friendly greeting and said they would no longer join me in ridiculing bent cucumbers and overweight peas. They preferred instead to lead a more serious life in these trying times.
I walked back home: chasened at the thought that innocent pleasures of the past were fast receding.
| Richard Trim (T) from Back from Suffolk | 29 Jun 2008, 18:43 |