OFF TO A DAY’S WORK, our coal miners are descending in the lift, accompanied by essential work mates, a pit pony and a canary. The cage, of stiff paper edged with card, floats over the coaly background and is suspended by fuse wire from the wooden fillet which edges the mat. Please excuse the pattern of horizontal and vertical lines which has appeared on the photo for no known (by self) reason.
Today’s story concludes chapter 16 of No Idea, and the poem explores life in the bunny world. Warning: it looks like a children’s poem but it’s not.
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The Great Nundle Dog Race - conclusion
ENTRIES FOR THE LAST event of the day, the grande finale, were being called.
“Okay kids, get Jessie out, give her a quick walk and take her to the starting line!” Andrew called. “Klaas, you’d better be the one to hold her.”
While the dogs were held at the start, the owners were all at the finishing line whistling and calling to get their dog’s attention. When the starting gun sounded the holders released the dogs, which would hopefully run to their callers. The prize for this event was considerable, and the field of runners was large.
At the gun Jessie was off, an early leader, but several very keen male dogs were right on her heels, and soon made it apparent that their intentions were not so much to pass her as to consummate a relationship midrace.
Andrew groaned. Just as he suspected, Jessie had begun coming into season that morning, and now every dog on the track was aware of it. Jessie, alarmed at the reaction she was causing, deviated off the track and ran amongst the tents to hide, followed by the hopes and dreams of many a dog owner.
Confused by the uproar, most of the remaining dogs sat down or moved away, and only one faithful old bitch finally made it to the other end, the Steve Bradbury of the day.
Time for a rapid retreat! Between them Jessie’s humans managed to recover her and with great alacrity gunned it for home.
Rabbity Sunset
‘It’s still sun, sun, sunny out there!”
“Not for mun, mun, money,” said Mrs. Bun Bunny,
“The sun is still quite high, and I think I see a guy
With a gun, gun, gunny, and he’s looking for a bunny
Or a hare.”
I’ve a notion for some romping in the sun,
And the startling lack of headroom in our bed, bed, bedroom,
Is not cut out for bunny fun.”
“there’s a very poor chance that we’d return.
“Let’s just crouch here and pet, until after sunset;
Till then we’ll let our bunny passions burn.”
~END~
