On Receipt of a french E
Nov 27th, 1999 | By Editor | Category: Feature, Issue 60, Volume 1Ed,
Merci pour l’histoire satirique. Tres amusant and tres intellectuelle! I shall take it to my French class on Thursday and it will do doubt create even more distraction. I tried to imagine the response of my alter ego, Lesley Austin Mayfield, to your question – “Pourquoi le poulet a-t-il traverse la route?” Perhaps she would have said: The handsome chicken, not wishing to breathe or murmur the spirit of an ill-used fowl, with great rapidity took leave of Bracken Drove. A pitiable object, he begged the pardon of his fellow creatures, and with sinking heart crossed “la route”. As the Darnley Bell tolled in the distance, the fowl knew nothing could save him. He fixed his eyes of glowing entreaty on local farmer (and some time blacksmith), but dear reader, who can be in doubt of what followed? Our feathered friend, the victim of a mind poisoned with darings of heedlessness, fell sacrifice to Farmer H’s palate. A bientot.
Lesley