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Tuesday, 10 August 2004

Revenge on the Chickwidgeons

Ha ha, revenge is sweet. Batty hens are laying their eggs on our verandah. Good exchange methinks for all the blessed noise.

One of the drivers has run over The Dog. He is yelping and whelping, obviously in a lot of pain. There is no vet on site. We wonder if you can give an animal human painkillers, or if that would just kill him off altogether. After careful consideration of the very serious medical kit donated to us by Doc Sister-in-Law (amputation anyone?), we choose something. We decide that The Dog is about child-sized and try to give him half an ibuprofen. He spits it out. An hour later the dog is running around and wagging his tail. Attention-seeker!