Irish Ned

Jun 16th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

Farming is messy! Locals cling to the old ways; Tractors and pranks pass the wet summers. Old greying Ned couldn’t drive. Two young bored farmhands picked fun.

‘Label the pedals,’ Ned instructed. Laughing, the word ‘brake’ was put on the clutch and ‘clutch’ on the brake. After a struggle Ned called brusquely,’I’m going on the beer.’ His men kindly laced the ale with castor oil. Walking like a duck Ned struggled to the gate and wasn’t seen for two days.

In the field the wife cried, ‘What did you do to my Neddy? The sofa and bed are ruined!’

From Guest Contributor Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly

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