'It was that there hut,' said Mrs Deacon, to her friend-or frenemy- Mrs Pogle- 'that there hut was were my Dodger used to go-he thought I never knew it but I did. He came here with those boys and I wouldn't put it past him to have brought a girl to. All I know is that that there hut never was a good place for anyone.'
Mrs Pogle managed to say her goodbyes and edge her way home over the snowy fields. While the sheep rounded in- and in. Mrs Deacon was never seen in the village again...
'It was that there hut,' said Mrs Deacon, to her friend-or frenemy- Mrs Pogle- 'that there hut was were my Dodger used to go-he thought I never knew it but I did. He came here with those boys and I wouldn't put it past him to have brought a girl to. All I know is that that there hut never was a good place for anyone.'
ReplyDeleteMrs Pogle managed to say her goodbyes and edge her way home over the snowy fields. While the sheep rounded in- and in. Mrs Deacon was never seen in the village again...