Across the lane from the lawn bowling fields is a small building with pale siding, housing what I imagine to be lawn bowling balls kept within the world's most uncrackable safe. I pass this by every day on my walk to campus, but on this sunny day I rounded the far corner of the building to be stopped, face to face with seven or eight Canada geese who all too hurriedly flew off upon my intrusion. I turned to where they flew from and saw that on the side of the building was spraypainted, in two separate spots, "CARP" and "CK THE RICH." Suspicious.
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Like the geese did it! Ha!
the goose congregation is one wild thing
Wonderful! :)
I love, love your writing - and the mind it reflects.
This particularly entry made me laugh. That doesn't happen all that often these days.
Have you read James Reaney's A Suit of Nettles? Might explain some things about those Canadian Geese.
Brodie is actually Erin!
I knew it all along! (in re: to "Brodie")
The "real" Brodie just stumbled upon this conversation. Ruh Roh!
I'm not entirely convinced there is a real Brodie to begins with.
Good!
Made me smile.
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