Old Clarkey from End Cottage came lumbering up to me tother day whittering on about strange goings on in lower field, he said he saw strange lights and a "mithering" and next day there were intricate patterns in the rape that could only have been done by visitors fron another world.
Now if you knew Old Clarkey like we all do you`d think he`d been on the opium again but Lackey Junior and myself hurried down to lower field and lo and behold there it was, the perfect outline of a man embedded in the rape, exactly the same size and shape as Old Clarkey and the remnants of a sticky wad of Opium laying nearby.
It didnt take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that the outline was indeed Clarkey who must have laid down in the field to smoke his pipe and fallen asleep and on awaking thought that aliens had made the outline, we didnt have the heart to tell him, so that night after he came out of The Plough we kidnapped him and anally probed him in Pa Gutteridges barn.
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