We catch up with our new friend with the zest for life in tow, like a 5 pm shadow on backwards as he scrambled out the door with wild energy only for him to stop on his tracks like a wild animal sensing danger, as he spied somebody going through his letter box he hadn't been resided there that long, i guess you could say 25 Oak st was growing on him, but would it prove to be some kind of poison ivy? Only time could tell. But an intruder, already, really?
As soon as his brain was able to inverted the series of images in front of him, along came the instruction to speak and to say, 'Hi Babe....you got here quick'
'Feeling better all ready hon?' came the reply, 'Much better in fact as', 'There is a letter here from a lawyer', Daisy said as she looked at him all dressed up and no where to go, not usually anyways.
As he rushed past her with wild abandon, 'Where you goin, dont i get a cup of tea?' Turning to her and said, 'Hey babe, i have to go back to the farm, those chickens need looking after, they have a benefactor, and thats me!
'The chicken farm needs me, no one is looking after them', 'Well i'm coming too then' Pipped Daisy and proceeded to cover some of the ground between Caruso and back to Sundance chicken farm, letters and magazines in tow, it was quite hard to believe Daisy demurred, 'that an old woman would have quite such tastes?'
But as Oscar Wilde once said, 'I'll believe anything as long as it's ridiculous', but she didn't have any time to think about this, she had a chicken farmer to catch god dammit.
'What about this?' said Daisy, as the honda came up to full speed on the highway, bringing a magazine into view entitled, 'Chicks with specks', 'it's not mine baby, it's probably the woman i bought the house from' he said, simultaneously marveling at how efficient the post office was at forwarding his mail, 'Maybe the post office's timing was a bit off, but apart for the inconvenience, a postal service like this could hardly be called incompetent
On the way to the farm, Daisy read one of the letters addressed to him and then she re read it, it quite simply stated
Dear Mr Caruso J Sundance
I hope your enjoying your time at 25 Oak st, your benefactor would like to contract your services, he would like to pay you to come to work for him, you will need to find someone to look after your farm for a while, but i'm sure you can manage it, we can help you with your mortgage payments, you wont regret it.
Please find a credit card attached which should cover any expenses you might incur
Mr Henry 'Legal' Eagle , from Legal Eagles Lawyer's.
There will be another $10,000 commission if you successfully buy this premise on my behalf
And then the letter explained just what he would have to do to earn all this money, which had them both a bit puzzled, relationships if glossy magazines are anything to believed, are a joint effort, and now that her man was looking to being doing well for himself, or maybe someone was doing well by him?
Anyways who were they to look a gift horse in the mouth? But finding out what horse, what race would have been nice and maybe it would have answered a few questions yet to be composed into questions
The unlikely duo arrived back at Sundance Farms, post haste, a few red lights, and an hour after happy hour, that's about what time it was, and besides the Donald duck wrist watch said so, was there any better time zone to live in?
Caruso went to check on the farm, not much at all to look after, he chuckled and proceeded to walk towards the chickens gate in from of their run, feeling very important, he was a 'Gate keeper', in the late 20th century the term came into metaphorical use, referring to individuals who decide whether a given message will be distributed by a mass medium. The keeper of the gate if you will, as he peered in at 200 pairs of eyes looking back at him, heads moving inside and outside the gate as if in unison
A synonym for important is moment and at this moment, the only moment you ever have to deal with. All eyes were on the farmer, a benefactor of sorts, on a good day, with more wonder than awe.
Some actually believed he was a rooster in his previous life, some humans believed it too, if all accounts were to be believed as a voice boomed, 'Go, you are free, go live the life you were destined. ' And a gate to freedom opened.
Our boy had as if over night developed a live and let live attitude over night and besides it wasn't looking like he would be needing the money any more, so what was the big deal-e-o, chickens are people too, why shouldn't they be free, liberation! Viva la vida! It was about the only Spanish he knew, that and Viva Las Vegas, yes you could say he was cultured, in a kind of way?
'Emancipation of the chicken's' he howled as the chickens rushed past to savor a kind of freedom that they could have only been able to dream of, if they were able to dream?
'It seems like a strange sight', thought the fox quizzically as he was tried to make head nor tail of the situation at hand, were his eyes playing tricks or was this eventuality too good to believe?
'Not you buddy' as he grabbed a liberated chicken, the only emancipation it would receive would be between it's head and shoulders, with a mechanical chop, aided on by a grunting noise, impeccably timed, in unison.
Hey he might be after be coming into a bit of dinero, but he wasn't getting all sanctimonious about it, not yet anyways, it wasn't yet dinner time and besides he couldn't think when he was hungry
And anyways, old habit's die hard, what would you have done?
As soon as his brain was able to inverted the series of images in front of him, along came the instruction to speak and to say, 'Hi Babe....you got here quick'
'Feeling better all ready hon?' came the reply, 'Much better in fact as', 'There is a letter here from a lawyer', Daisy said as she looked at him all dressed up and no where to go, not usually anyways.
As he rushed past her with wild abandon, 'Where you goin, dont i get a cup of tea?' Turning to her and said, 'Hey babe, i have to go back to the farm, those chickens need looking after, they have a benefactor, and thats me!
'The chicken farm needs me, no one is looking after them', 'Well i'm coming too then' Pipped Daisy and proceeded to cover some of the ground between Caruso and back to Sundance chicken farm, letters and magazines in tow, it was quite hard to believe Daisy demurred, 'that an old woman would have quite such tastes?'
But as Oscar Wilde once said, 'I'll believe anything as long as it's ridiculous', but she didn't have any time to think about this, she had a chicken farmer to catch god dammit.
'What about this?' said Daisy, as the honda came up to full speed on the highway, bringing a magazine into view entitled, 'Chicks with specks', 'it's not mine baby, it's probably the woman i bought the house from' he said, simultaneously marveling at how efficient the post office was at forwarding his mail, 'Maybe the post office's timing was a bit off, but apart for the inconvenience, a postal service like this could hardly be called incompetent
On the way to the farm, Daisy read one of the letters addressed to him and then she re read it, it quite simply stated
Dear Mr Caruso J Sundance
I hope your enjoying your time at 25 Oak st, your benefactor would like to contract your services, he would like to pay you to come to work for him, you will need to find someone to look after your farm for a while, but i'm sure you can manage it, we can help you with your mortgage payments, you wont regret it.
Please find a credit card attached which should cover any expenses you might incur
Mr Henry 'Legal' Eagle , from Legal Eagles Lawyer's.
There will be another $10,000 commission if you successfully buy this premise on my behalf
And then the letter explained just what he would have to do to earn all this money, which had them both a bit puzzled, relationships if glossy magazines are anything to believed, are a joint effort, and now that her man was looking to being doing well for himself, or maybe someone was doing well by him?
Anyways who were they to look a gift horse in the mouth? But finding out what horse, what race would have been nice and maybe it would have answered a few questions yet to be composed into questions
The unlikely duo arrived back at Sundance Farms, post haste, a few red lights, and an hour after happy hour, that's about what time it was, and besides the Donald duck wrist watch said so, was there any better time zone to live in?
Caruso went to check on the farm, not much at all to look after, he chuckled and proceeded to walk towards the chickens gate in from of their run, feeling very important, he was a 'Gate keeper', in the late 20th century the term came into metaphorical use, referring to individuals who decide whether a given message will be distributed by a mass medium. The keeper of the gate if you will, as he peered in at 200 pairs of eyes looking back at him, heads moving inside and outside the gate as if in unison
A synonym for important is moment and at this moment, the only moment you ever have to deal with. All eyes were on the farmer, a benefactor of sorts, on a good day, with more wonder than awe.
Some actually believed he was a rooster in his previous life, some humans believed it too, if all accounts were to be believed as a voice boomed, 'Go, you are free, go live the life you were destined. ' And a gate to freedom opened.
Our boy had as if over night developed a live and let live attitude over night and besides it wasn't looking like he would be needing the money any more, so what was the big deal-e-o, chickens are people too, why shouldn't they be free, liberation! Viva la vida! It was about the only Spanish he knew, that and Viva Las Vegas, yes you could say he was cultured, in a kind of way?
'Emancipation of the chicken's' he howled as the chickens rushed past to savor a kind of freedom that they could have only been able to dream of, if they were able to dream?
'It seems like a strange sight', thought the fox quizzically as he was tried to make head nor tail of the situation at hand, were his eyes playing tricks or was this eventuality too good to believe?
'Not you buddy' as he grabbed a liberated chicken, the only emancipation it would receive would be between it's head and shoulders, with a mechanical chop, aided on by a grunting noise, impeccably timed, in unison.
Hey he might be after be coming into a bit of dinero, but he wasn't getting all sanctimonious about it, not yet anyways, it wasn't yet dinner time and besides he couldn't think when he was hungry
And anyways, old habit's die hard, what would you have done?
