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Tuesday 28 May 2019

You’re a worm...

okay?  
You have just had the most horrendous experience, having been wrenched away from your chums, alright 500 of your best mates and family members did experience the same trauma.  Into a bag you were put and then into a box at the start of an epic charabanc trip to Ludlow.  On arrival you could hear the delight of the two dorks who had paid good money for you.
The slave trade is obviously alive and well in Shropshire crossed your mind.
From inside the breathable pod you heard them reading the instructions, excitement quivering in their voices.  Giving them credit where credit is due they followed the literature to the letter. At great length they discussed whether to follow the advice as to prevent you from escaping by putting your new abode into a box or plastic sack.  Their decision to disregard this vital piece of advice gave you an idea?  You decide on a plan to see for yourselves if the rolling Shropshire hills are as good as Sir Edwin Elgar’s music portrayed?
Under cover of darkness you made your escape laughing all the way imagining their faces as they peered in to coo over their newly acquired chums...



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