When Irene’s hoe struck something hard she thought it was just a rock and blamed Oliver for not clearing the new allotment better.
‘If you want a thing done right…’ and she bent forward to dig it up herself. Scraping back the earth revealed a human foot, attached to nothing in particular, which she promptly flung into the air with a scream. It landed in the row of cabbages and she knew she’d never eat a plate of them again.
The Vicar rushed out of the parsonage next door.‘I heard a cry!’
Pointing to the purple vegetables Irene gasped out what had happened. In response her new employer began to pace up and down the length of the field, scratching his head.
I’ve come to work for a mad man, she thought. Then he turned to her with a cherubic smile, ‘Mrs. Cotton I do believe you’ve found our missing cemetery!’
‘If you want a thing done right…’ and she bent forward to dig it up herself. Scraping back the earth revealed a human foot, attached to nothing in particular, which she promptly flung into the air with a scream. It landed in the row of cabbages and she knew she’d never eat a plate of them again.
The Vicar rushed out of the parsonage next door.‘I heard a cry!’
Pointing to the purple vegetables Irene gasped out what had happened. In response her new employer began to pace up and down the length of the field, scratching his head.
I’ve come to work for a mad man, she thought. Then he turned to her with a cherubic smile, ‘Mrs. Cotton I do believe you’ve found our missing cemetery!’
©Izzy Garland 2007
1 comment:
Very nice, Izzy. Vicars and vegetables! ;-)
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