Delving deeper and deeper into the joys of rural living is proportional to the amount of chicken pooh that coats my trouser legs.
Prize milk cows go on show with their udders so utterly tense that the veins bulge and the liquid seeps through the teats at every step.
Rabbits get so used to being at agricultural fairs that they sit on tables, unchained, totally relaxed about the thousands of people stroking their coats.
Intertwined horns are seen as a good thing on mountain goats.
Stands are expected to be staffed by females wearing mini-skirts and plunging necklines to make the male-dominated farmer public happy.
I am thrilled at the sight of piglets and then enjoy a pork sandwich.
Who has lost the plot?
Toilets to the left
Clearly the best stand in town!
Competing for best-looking farmer
1 comment:
...come al solito, leggermente ermetico, surreale ma ben scritto e coglie sempre nel segno, o almeno fa riflettere... col sorriso sulle labbra. Brava, dovevi fare la scrittrice, Nobel per il blog dell'anno.
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