Oh for a picture! And of his face, if he saw!
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A million years ago, as a teenager, my first farm work was on a dairy farm. My jobs included bucket-feeding the calves.
One morning I arrived to find the farmer ("mucky Eddie", already known for his epithet to some of you
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) and his farmhand red, sweaty and bothered, and pretty darned cross at me. The calves had escaped and had been leading the pair of them a merry dance. Oops. "Sorry," I said, "but never mind, I'm here now. I'll get them in - you two go on in and get your breakfasts." How the divil was I going to get them all in on my own when the two of them hadn't been able to manage for 40 minutes of trying? ? ?, I was asked. I smiled sweetly, suggested they let me have a go and get themselves rested and refreshed; if I was still struggling when they'd finished they could come and give me a hand.
I waited for the farmhouse door to close behind them, walked into the field and called, "Claribeeeeellll! Lucaaaaas!!! Benjy!!!" and so on. Seven minutes later I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cuppa. "What!", shouted Eddie, as pleased at being right as he was cross at the extra work, "Given up already?!" "Nope, all safe indoors and locked up." The look on their faces... priceless
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