Tuesday, 22 February 2011

The Killer Chickens of Trelawnyd

(Sharp rap on the table, followed by the tapping of a spoon against a glass of water)

"Alright everybody - settle down, settle down. I would like to begin the meeting by welcoming our esteemed and upright member of the community - Councillor Gray. Well done, Boyo."

(Polite murmers of 'hear hear' and a half-hearted smatter of applause)

"The minutes of the last meeting will be read by the secretary, Councillor Merfynn Rees-Parry-Jones... sorry? I stand corrected - Rees-Jones-Parry."

(Minutes read in a monotonous drone)

"Right now, look you, the first item on tonight's agenda. The ever-growing chicken problem at Trelawnyd. Councillor Gray....?"

(All eyes turn to the councillor, and the room grows silent as he clears his throat...)

T.B.C.

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6 comments:

  1. John Going Gently22 February 2011 at 03:24

    after last year's incident following a funeral and an over friendly bantam.....this may well be closer to the truth than you may think
    well done tom. very funny!
    lol
    ps he looks like my dad!

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  2. Cro Magnon22 February 2011 at 05:14

    Doniol iawn, boyo!

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  3. Janet22 February 2011 at 09:41

    Hilarious ! wait till I tell the rest of the family !

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  4. Molly22 February 2011 at 13:00

    Brilliant :0)

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  5. Elizabeth Musgrave23 February 2011 at 11:17

    Don't live too far from Trelawnyd you know. It's not my chickens though.

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  6. Tom Stephenson24 February 2011 at 16:06

    Tell that to the magistrates, Elizabeth.

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