The other day, me and my trusted friend Algebrand were out in the countryside looking for crop circles when we came upon a far stranger phenomenon::sheep, country-dancing. Algebrand, whose appreciation of Morris dancing is second-to-none, said their steps were perfect.
If we had not met the farmer crossing the field on our way back to the Ford Capri, we would have simply put the experience down to the hallucinatory effects of all the Chamomile tea we had imbibed in our crazy youth.
However, the farmer went on to tell us a far more extraordinary story. Apparently, one of his farm hands (not known for his cerebral sharpness) had left a largely unfinished 'Rubric's Cube' in the field. Next day, he returned to find that 'all the pretty colours were now on the same side'. The only explanation the farmer could think of (and both Algebrand and I concur with him) is that it must have been the work of those nimble-minded sheep.
2007-01-28
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