THE FLAVOUR There was a bird who pecked a cake and scattered crumbs around the lake. There was a monkey with sore thumbs who took a rake and cleaned them up. There was a ship out on the water that had lost its fleet just as a calf might stray from a herd and close to shore it observed the details of this feeding and all other proceedings between itself and the distant chateau and rather wondered at the flavour of the shattered gateau that had despoiled a lakeside that looks nicer neat and concluded it tasted quite like an unwashed yeti’s feet. OH NOAH I have been thinking about Noah’s Ark and wondering where Noah put the woodpeckers. Including them seems wrong. Then it occurred to me that they made the portholes as the boat went floating along.
Rhys Hughes has lived in many countries. He graduated as an engineer but currently works as a tutor of mathematics. Since his first book was published in 1995 he has had fifty other books published and his work has been translated into ten languages.
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