Tales from the village

Believe them or not, everybody has a tail to tell and todays story of sheep transported via the local bus service compelled me to let you know about the best I’ve heard yet. Regarding the sheep, I did enquire if they went half or full fare; but of course they went free as they where under two years old!! This was back in the communist 80’s

But imagine a poor farmer who’s cow suddenly dies during calf birth and he doesn’t have insurance to cover such an event; what do you do? Speak to a friendly neighbour who has insurance and ask to swap cows of course; what a great idea. But what if your cow is a completely different colour? Not to worry, there is someone in the village who can change the identity of your cow with the aid of boot polish, spray paint and no doubt the gift of the gab. All for the price of a flaszka (bottle of vodka)Smile

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Author: Eddy Winko

Trying to leave the rat race and live a less hectic and harmful life. From the building of a straw bale house to the composting toilet diaries; read my blog https://winkos.wordpress.com/

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