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| The chicken story |
| 01.26.04 (9:24 am) [edit] |
As promised, here’s the chicken story for SofP.
When we first arrived in Spain we rented a house from an American couple who were also our neighbours. They were lovely people and helped us a lot seeing as we hardly spoke a word of Spanish, but sadly he was unwell and died a couple of months after we arrived.
The church was full for the funeral. We didn’t have a clue what was going on, but found somewhere to sit and waited as more and more people crammed into the pews around us. We stood as everybody else did, and took their cue to sit, kneel etc. At one point the priest said something and smiled, the response from the congregation was to start kissing each other. At this point my brain decided the whole thing was out of its capability so closed down. From somewhere an English voice hissed “kiss whoever is next to you.” I looked to my left to see the biggest, horny handed, son of the soil ever created. I swear, this man had one eyebrow which covered the whole of his forehead, and a beard which finished just below his eyes. The man mountain was smiling at me. The brain was saying “pucker up” but my lips were trying to recede to the back of my head. That was when I noticed that under his coat he was holding two chickens. Brain went completely to mush. I turned right to see Paul looking equally shocked, and in my panic I lurched at him and gave him a big kiss.
The service went on; A dog strayed into the church and was busy sniffing around. Man Mountain started shuffling. My brain woke up and started to register what was about to happen. Yup, the chickens escaped and deposited a generous dollop of slime on me before being spotted by the dog. The priest went on as if nothing was happening while Man Mountain chased the barking dog, which was chasing two frantic chickens around the church.
The service ended and we all stood around outside, chatting. The strangest thing was that nobody mentioned the incident, or the fact that by now the chicken slime I had all down my shirt was starting to ripen. I knew at that point that life here was going to be interesting.
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posted by: addicted2u (reply)
post date: 01.26.04 (12:36 am)
haha... amusing story... well written! i like ur blog too. pretty colors
posted by: flaring (reply)
post date: 01.26.04 (5:55 am)
Oh my! That's hilarious!
posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 01.26.04 (9:54 am)
I *love* your stories. :)
posted by: Lizzy (reply)
post date: 01.26.04 (4:36 pm)
OoooOOO.... that gave me a good chuckle! Thanks! ;)
posted by: SusanofPudlin (reply)
post date: 01.26.04 (5:39 pm)
Bravo! Well done! What breed of dog? What breed of chicken?
posted by: Spaz (reply)
post date: 02.12.04 (6:31 am)
o_o Makes me wish that my life was that interesting, although slightly filthy. xD
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post date: 06.02.06 (12:31 pm)
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posted by: John (reply)
post date: 08.22.06 (9:25 am)
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