Down in the village
one day, Peep and Florentina were buying some chitlings and Shropshire Blue for
lunch, when, as they were leaving the Great Victual Emporium Peep happened to
notice the small retail sea-creature
outlet on the
other side of the muddy trench which passed for a road, which boasted the
pround legend:
"Not," (Peep
commented, being in that sort of mood) "entirely
true."
"What they really mean is:
DEAD FISH.
"
........................................ " Or
perhaps,"(he continued, being in a conciliatory
mood towards the retail trade in general that afternoon, in anticipation of
Florentina's culinary skills being brought to bear on the giblets nestling
snugly within his capacious pockets)
" A more
appropriate designation would be:
RECENTLY DEAD FISH
Flo could only nod her agreement, and contemplate a world where all
advertisment offered up such honesty.
"Things
may," she offered hopefully , "be on the up, as it were. Why, only
yesterday(#when I was young#, whistled
Peep, to Flo's annoyance) I was
sippping on a medicinal creme de menthe down "The Fin" when I espied
an ornate hoarding encouraging the vile peasants with the offer of:
Get Sloshed For Less!!
"Truth is Beauty", mused Florentina, "And
Beauty is Truth"
concluded Peep sagely. Our two protagonists enjoyed the oneness of the universe
for a fleeting second.
"Crap beer, though," Peep noted.
Florentina nodded, and, order
and sanity restored, our friends bundled their good selves and their chitlings
into the comfortable interior of Florentina's Mountain-Yak cart, and returned to
The Towers for lunch.
