urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brigitdoon brigitdoon brigitdoon 2009-01-10T09:19:36Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brigitdoon:1440 2009-01-10T09:19:36Z 2009-01-10T09:19:36Z (Inspired by <span class='ljuser ljuser-name_scarlets_web' lj:user='scarlets_web' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://scarlets-web.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://scarlets-web.livejournal.com/'><b>scarlets_web</b></a></span>)<br /><br />We had an uncle Ellis. Actually he was a great-fer-how-many Uncle Ellis and Grampfer teased us with a story when we were knee high and gullible.<br /><br />Uncle Ellis was working on a road gang, filling in the potholes. Unfortunately, his mind was of the wandering persuasion and when his mates yelled at him to get out of the way of the road-roller, he was somewhere away from the planet, out with the asteroids.<br /><br />Poor Uncle Ellis went under the front wheel of the road-roller and came out the other side flat as a pancake.<br /><br />"What to do with Ellis?", they wondered. "We can't leave him here."<br /><br />"We shall have to take him home to Mary."<br /><br />"Well, ah! But who's going to do the explaining?"<br /><br />Wanting a plan, they folded Ellis up and John put him under his arm and to the King's Head they went to formulate a strategy. Several pints of Butcombe later, they felt braced to face Mary, and made their way to her front door. They knocked on the door but there was no reply.<br /><br />"Bugger! Of course 'tis Thursday. Mary'll be down the Legion Hall for the bingo."<br /><br />So they unfurled poor old Ellis, slid him under the door and went back to the pub.<br /><br />History does not record Mary's reaction to her "postcard".