Poppy Puppy Pees on Poets Pad
Dec 4th, 1999 | By Editor | Category: Issue 61, Volume 1Nelson was exhausted shepherding his protege last week and was patently distressed with some facets of Poppys youthful exuberance at BOONOO 2.
Nelson was exhausted shepherding his protege last week and was patently distressed with some facets of Poppys youthful exuberance at BOONOO 2.
The absence of the Colonel (reckoned the foremost fencing specialist of his time) has caused difficulties at Brook Farm where Dexter cattle leaning on the antique listed fence posts have been able to wander freely. The post hole driller (Boonoo Two) and two handled gazomper (Yewhurst) are booked for this week-end. The High Sheriffs four [...]
Specialists have been brought in to sculpt the new terrace at Boonoo Squared. Grahams excellent earth-moving has now been soothed and shaped and the grand voloptuous finale approaches. Consideration has been given to planting Blissfords first Maze.
There was a small gathering for a private vernissage at Boonoo Squared. Holly honoured local artiste and Mum with a fabulous buffet dinner. Guests were delighted to learn on arrival, that Kate, unusually shy and demure, had been awarded The Silver Medallion and is now entitled to place the proud monicker after her name, Botanical [...]
Word has spread about the fun and frolics on Kingfisher Water and despite the H.V. wire a duck (model and make unknown) successfully escaped transfer to Lightlands (Aquaduck? Ed?) or the infamous Chopper Kate de Bunch of Hen House fame. Bigsy (thanks Ronald) is now showing off in front of the residential water fowl. For [...]
Boonoo Squared is now duckless. three were removed to Lightlands Aquadrome in a shopping trolley by Andrew and Jan ( see Aquadrome Report). One drake made his way to Kingfisher Water by foot. A Dutch Bantam Rooster has also moved to be with the Bunnies (more sinister evidence of cockerle gifting!). The Pond has been [...]
Boono Boon was draped in black crepe and residents tiptoed about making tea and talking in subdued voices as Blissfordians feared the worse. The Duck on Devil’s Island, Whipporwill Pond, was missing from his little slate chalet! Oh why, oh why, oh why couldn’t he sleep on the island where he would have been safe? [...]