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The Sog and the Hoover

9/4/2012

 
Well it is raining. No ifs and butts - it is definitely raining. Dad has put a rather fancy bit of gutter on the side of the chick's shed and the water is running around the back and on to a tin with holes in it.
"Dissipation" he said.
Mum - her with the hole in the Welly (still!) - followed the Fox paths across the field so as to lessen the input of Sog. Sadly this meant she was seen meandering in a criss-cross and wayward route through the tufts of grass.
"Carrefour" she told me, as if this made it wholly acceptable. 
Harvest pricked up her ears.
"Actually Gordon, I found those old short Summer Wellies in the shed only yesterday!"
Summer Wellies should give us a clue, I feel.
"And I decided they would be as good, if not better than these. So I stuck the hoover pipe in them and Lo! They were full of mouse nest. Mainly built from the stuffing of the boot, with additional shredded padding from a variety of shed contents."
So do you think Mum threw them away? Oh No! Cleaned them thoroughly; debated wearing them;  decided they were a bit uncomfortable looking and put them back exactly where she had found them for a future  mouse house!
"Then came the really funny bit, Gordon!"
I can't wait.
"I decided to hoover the front room".
Ha! Ha-ha-ha! Haaaa!
"But nothing would suck up. So I walloped the pipe on the floor and a load of dust and dirt covered the mat. And tried again. No good. Couldn't get the pipe apart - so stuck Dad's judging stick in the little hole that controls the Suck. And Hey Presto! The rest of the mouse nest came out! Electric cables, a magazine, more Boot stuffing. Allsorts!" Mum looked triumphant.
Now remind me again. Exactly what is the point of a hoover? Gordon xxx



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