Her voluptuous curves, her smooth lines. How the sun shimmers through the trees and reflects on her golden fields…
By the way Farmer Brown, could you please not drop those mud dags all over the road, they’re really slippery when it’s wet…
The peaceful vista, the quiet murmur of the brook, the gentle hills receding into the distance…
Excuse me, Mr Transit, it would be really nice if you could let me know about those gravel bits before I get to them, please…
The flitter of birds in the trees, the quiet conversation of cows, the gobble of turkeys preparing for my Christmas dinner…
Umm, Farmer Brown, that cow that was barrelling down the middle of the road at me this morning, could you possibly keep her tied up until I’ve gone past…
Umm, no officer, I’m covered in mud not because I’ve been off-roading on my VTR, I’ve been riding Hwy22…
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