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John,

Your story is humorous.

Your subject label is absolutely hilarious, hysterical.

Orion

At 12:09 PM 10/30/2015, you wrote:
>It is autumn during the middle Neolithic where we find ourselves
>within a small family hut somewhere upon the  Plain of Silsbury.
>
>=E2=80=9CFinally the harvest is over and I can get down to some hunting wit=
>h the lads!=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CWhere are your nets?=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CDunno, I think they're somewhere back here.=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CYou haven't used them in ages.=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CFound 'em. Oh dear look at the state of them. Something has been
>knawing at them.=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CProbably, that rat, you know the one that keeps coming back again,
>you know....=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CYup, and when I catch it! Just look at the holes!=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CHoles? But nets are supposed to have holes!=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CYes, er no, um, you know what I mean! That rat, that @#'$5#ing rat=
>!=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CCan you repair them?=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CYup, but not in time for tomorrow. I suppose I will need to get so=
>me new ones.=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CWhy not try the Rockmonger's down at the henge, he may do nets?=E2=
>=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CYup, I'll take a bag of grain, and see what he's got.=E2=80=9D
>
>A short while later at the henge. Our farmer approaches the stall of
>the Rockmonger.
>
>=E2=80=9CGood Morning, what can I do you for?=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CDo you do nets?=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CYes, we do nets, fishing nets, hunting nets, laundry nets, all sor=
>t
>of nets. What do you want them for?=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CF' Aurochs!=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9COk. Just a moment.=E2=80=9D
>
>[The Rockmonger wanders off and soon returns with some nets.]
>
>=E2=80=9CHere you are, one...two...three...four.=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CNo! F' Aurochs!=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CThey are for rocks!=E2=80=9D
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>=E2=80=9CNo! F' Aurochs! Not four rocks!=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CNot four rocks?=E2=80=9D
>
>=E2=80=9CNo! F'Aurochs, nets for trapping Aurochs!=E2=80=9D