The sheep were impaled and set to dance to the music of a car battery propelling a few bicycle spares, whilst turning a warm honeyed colour. The famr labour keeps a close watch on the proceedings...
The tent is up...(again). It was erected the previous night but a small breeze stirred up and whipped the tarpaulin off so the resident beefcakes performed some magic tricks and the banqueting hall was finally built.
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