Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Fresh Produce

‘I have come for the position,’ said Tom fresh from the Poorhouse.

‘Let me look at you,’ grunted the cook wiping her stained apron, ‘the last lad could only last a week. Hmm you’ll do, with a bit of fattening-up.’
That week’s supply of meat bleeds in the lar

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