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“…of course – Mr. Knots ought to know better than to smoke his pipe this droughty season out-of-doors (especially not this close to Millesgreen Woods). But he lit his baccy anyway as he settled down comfortably by a big, shady tree at the edge of the forest. In this dry, sweltering weather, he soon felt drowsy. His flock was grazing lazily in the meadow and he thought it wouldn’t matter if he takes a short nap – and he did exactly that with the pipe still in his mouth.

“Wake up!” chirped a high-pitched voice by his ear, jolting him from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and before him, stood a strange, green-clad child who looked somewhat flustered and irritated.

“Put out that pipe at once, Old Man!” he fumed. “The woods and grass are as dry as they are! One spark and all would go up in flames!”

‘Who is this insolent whippersnapper?’ thought the still groggy shepherd. “Who are you to tell me what to do, shrimp?” he retorted angrily.

“I’m the Liege of Mellow Meadows, vassal of Seventh Mother Oakley of Millesgreen! I command you to – put – out – that – pipe – NOW!”

Without any warning, Mr. Knots swung his stick (the type shepherds carry with a hooked end) at the ‘boy’ – who deftly sidestepped the blow.

“Go away you idiotic boy! You’re not old enough to tell me what to do!” yelled the incensed shepherd hoarsely.

“I’m much more ancient than you think I…” began the queer, green-clad child – cut short by Mr. Knots taking another swing at him. This time, the hooked end of the stick tore out a button from his shirt.

“You… you’ll pay for this, Shepherd Knots!” threatened the green-clad boy, now red in the face. Saying that, he ran and disappeared into the woods – leaving the shepherd laughing unkindly after him.

“That ought to learn that no-good youngster his place,” muttered Mr. Knots as he settled down to sleep once more.

And the old shepherd never woke up since.”

***

This took me about 5 hours to finish.

I dedicate this to all the inconsiderate, uncivil arses that the world has the misfortune to house.

And smoking's bad for you

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“…of course – Mr. Knots ought to know better than to smoke his pipe this droughty season out-of-doors (especially not this close to Millesgreen Woods). But he lit his baccy anyway as he settled down comfortably by a big, shady tree at the edge of the forest. In this dry, sweltering weather, he soon felt drowsy. His flock was grazing lazily in the meadow and he thought it wouldn’t matter if he takes a short nap – and he did exactly that with the pipe still in his mouth.

“Wake up!” chirped a high-pitched voice by his ear, jolting him from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and before him, stood a strange, green-clad child who looked somewhat flustered and irritated.

“Put out that pipe at once, Old Man!” he fumed. “The woods and grass are as dry as they are! One spark and all would go up in flames!”

‘Who is this insolent whippersnapper?’ thought the still groggy shepherd. “Who are you to tell me what to do, shrimp?” he retorted angrily.

“I’m the Liege of Mellow Meadows, vassal of Seventh Mother Oakley of Millesgreen! I command you to – put – out – that – pipe – NOW!”

Without any warning, Mr. Knots swung his stick (the type shepherds carry with a hooked end) at the ‘boy’ – who deftly sidestepped the blow.

“Go away you idiotic boy! You’re not old enough to tell me what to do!” yelled the incensed shepherd hoarsely.

“I’m much more ancient than you think I…” began the queer, green-clad child – cut short by Mr. Knots taking another swing at him. This time, the hooked end of the stick tore out a button from his shirt.

“You… you’ll pay for this, Shepherd Knots!” threatened the green-clad boy, now red in the face. Saying that, he ran and disappeared into the woods – leaving the shepherd laughing unkindly after him.

“That ought to learn that no-good youngster his place,” muttered Mr. Knots as he settled down to sleep once more.

And the old shepherd never woke up since.”

***

This took me about 5 hours to finish.

I dedicate this to all the inconsiderate, uncivil arses that the world has the misfortune to house.

And smoking's bad for you