Post by paul Zernikazof on Dec 5, 2005 10:46:11 GMT
Choppers was hungry and broke. He'd looked through the larder, the fridge and the freezer and there was not a crumb left in the house.
He decided to go for a walk to take his mind off the problem and using his bus pass set off for the Birmingham countryside.
On the bus he overheard the two ladies in front of him talking. One said to the other ' My man Nobbers works out here. He is a shepherd guarding his flock of 134 sheep'.
Choppers had an idea, he quickly got off the bus and walked into the countryside, visions of roast lamb on his mind. Soon he came across a man watching a flock of sheep that were scattered all over the hillside. Realizing this must be Nobbers he went up to him and said. ''Good morning are you a betting man?'' Nobbers, a little surprised said ''Sometimes, why?''. Choppers said ''I bet you I can tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock and if I am wrong I will give you these stylish leather trousers I am wearing''. Nobbers thought for a moment and glanced around at his flock scattered all over the hillside.'' I'd take you on he said but I don't have anything to give if you win''.
Choppers, mouth watering, said ''I'll take one of your sheep if I win''. Nobbers looked round again and saw that his sheep were well scattered and some were behind bushes so it would be very hard to count them. ''OK'' he said to Choppers''Your on''.
Choppers closed his eyes for a moment screwed up his face and said'' You have 134 sheep''. Nobbers was amazed but being an honest Brummy lad he admitted that was correct and told Choppers to take his pick of the sheep.
Choppers made his selection and was hurrying away with it thinking of mint sauce ,when Nobbers called after him. ''Your Choppers the professional village idiot aren't you?'' Choppers was astounded, how did this man know?. Turning back he said to Nobbers '' I am he, but how did you know?''. Nobbers replied, ''Give me back my dog and I'll tell you''
Disclaimer: Characters or persons mentioned in this work of fiction are the product of the authors imagination and not to be taken as real persons either living or dead.
He decided to go for a walk to take his mind off the problem and using his bus pass set off for the Birmingham countryside.
On the bus he overheard the two ladies in front of him talking. One said to the other ' My man Nobbers works out here. He is a shepherd guarding his flock of 134 sheep'.
Choppers had an idea, he quickly got off the bus and walked into the countryside, visions of roast lamb on his mind. Soon he came across a man watching a flock of sheep that were scattered all over the hillside. Realizing this must be Nobbers he went up to him and said. ''Good morning are you a betting man?'' Nobbers, a little surprised said ''Sometimes, why?''. Choppers said ''I bet you I can tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock and if I am wrong I will give you these stylish leather trousers I am wearing''. Nobbers thought for a moment and glanced around at his flock scattered all over the hillside.'' I'd take you on he said but I don't have anything to give if you win''.
Choppers, mouth watering, said ''I'll take one of your sheep if I win''. Nobbers looked round again and saw that his sheep were well scattered and some were behind bushes so it would be very hard to count them. ''OK'' he said to Choppers''Your on''.
Choppers closed his eyes for a moment screwed up his face and said'' You have 134 sheep''. Nobbers was amazed but being an honest Brummy lad he admitted that was correct and told Choppers to take his pick of the sheep.
Choppers made his selection and was hurrying away with it thinking of mint sauce ,when Nobbers called after him. ''Your Choppers the professional village idiot aren't you?'' Choppers was astounded, how did this man know?. Turning back he said to Nobbers '' I am he, but how did you know?''. Nobbers replied, ''Give me back my dog and I'll tell you''
Disclaimer: Characters or persons mentioned in this work of fiction are the product of the authors imagination and not to be taken as real persons either living or dead.