The C*****r wrote:
On this topic with Mum, "Mum" was the word.
She did start giving me these little green pills daily. (all thirty of them) until I reached eighteen and out of high school, then she sent me out into the low pastures to herd cattle into the cow-pens and send them off to market, and when I returned three days later, she had ran off with the butcher.
Go figure. (grin)
Thank goodness you were out with the cattle. Just think of what may have t***spired if the butcher had mistaken you for one of the cattle. Did you ever see him in the cattle pens? Perusing wh**ever? Never trust a butcher while he is holding a knife. :lol: