The dogs have sandwiches. They hold them in their paws as they race. Around and around they run, holding aloft tuna and sweetcorn, prawn and mayonnaise, cheese and tomato, ham.
The greatest of all was Happy Harvey. As a handicap, he would hold a fullsize baguette (cheese and pickle), and still he outraced all opponents on every outing, for three years in a row. After his retirement he had a brief spell in media, before opening a successful employment agency, with branches throughout the country.
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That is very lovely to read out loud. Surrealism must be meticulous in every detail and yours certainly is. Very enjoyable.
We can't change the fundamental nature of the beast, but we can describe it.
those sandwiches served harvey well.
His competitive tendencies could be linked to a feeling of incompetance...no?
Or maybe i am just a jealous cat.
Paul: What a magnificent critic you are. Hurray!
Mariana: We can.
Roberta: They did, didn't they? The world could do with a few more sandwiches, don't you think?
Seaurchin: They could, but doesn't everyone have such feelings?
Thanks for your wonderful comments, my friends, as always.
I liked what you said to me. hopeful.
Glad to see that you are back in action!!
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