On Fri, 17 May 1996, Mike W. Loader wrote:

Again, this has enormous potential as a parody. Do it! Or if you decide
not to, farm it out to someone else...

Joe sneezed.

"Bless you" commented Bob.
"Thanks."

The two of them continued to lean on the fence, looking over the little 
valley of Joe's farm.  Silence, with brief interruptions from some birds, 
settled over the immediate area for several minutes.

"Another one coming in?" drawled Bob.
"uh huh"
"Wheres it going?"
"Down in the eastern field." replied Joe after some minutes.
"Aah.  Another Parody"
"uh huh.  Thats why its going in the field of Parodisms"

The silence drifted back, idly rolling in the breeze, until Bob banished 
it some minutes later.

"Whens the next big one coming out?"
"Probably a few days to a week.  Depends if the boss comes in for some 
 'encouragement'"

Bob shuddered at the slightly crazed look in Joe's eyes.

"She doesn't do *that* often does she?"
"Nah.  A fair few of them are no trouble at all.  Just a few loads of 
 grain each week."

Bob just grunted in response.

Trying a different tatic, the silence oozed its way around the two men, 
which was quite successful until Joe heaved himself upright.

"Well, I must go and tend them."
"Bye.  See you tomorrow." replied Bob, also standing.

Joe grunted and walked down into the valley with his mail.  Bob watched him 
for a moment, then turned and climbed aboard his tractor, and started the 
engine, banishing the silence with its loud purr.

"A farm of stories....".  Shaking his head, Bob put the tractor in gear 
and eased the machine into movement, taking care not to jerk the contents 
of the trailer.

"Give me cows anyday" Bob murmured as he drove up to his dairy farm with 
a load of fresh grain.

Several hours later, after he had cated for the immediate needs of most 
stories, Joe sat down in his study and rang a certain number.

"Yes?" answered a lilting female voice.
"Nothing really to report ma'am.  Most stories are coming along just 
fine.  Might be a few ready to leave the farm in a few weeks."
"Thankyou.  Keep up the good work."
"'night." Joe replied as he hung up.

Elsewhere, the anonymous voice at the other end of the line, aka the 
BTFH, snapped shut the cellular phone and sighed.  "Back to work I guess."

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                The Chaotic Trickster - kergma@sv.net.au

%% *sigh* - ok - so its another parody.  I couldn't help it ;)