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After reading Rog’s column (one of my favourite pastimes) I thought I would tell you the story of my Grandmas Donkey.
My Grandma told me this story many a time so I know it perfectly.
After the death of great great old Grandpa Jonathan Davey Senior, father of great young Grandpa Jonathan Davey Junior my grandma was born.
She had a happy childhood and spent many a day frolicking through meadows and what have you. Then one day she found she really wanted some kind of furry animal to love and care for. She asked her mother for some kind of hamster but was turned down.
She wandered through the Davey woods on the Davey Estate. You see the Davey family was very rich until Uncle Peter blew it all in Japan. Anyway she walked a long, then she saw a old donkey in a field owned by evil Farmer Morris, hater of all Daveys.
This donkey was quite small and had 2 small stumpy legs at the front and 3 stumpy legs at the back. The back middle leg was broken she said because it kinder usually laid on the ground and yellow liquid came out of it a lot.
She called it “leggy” and was very happy she had a pet. Leggy was very old and very evil. He would sit around in his field all day planning to destroy the world, obliviously this would never happen because he was a donkey with five legs.
The Estate was in the south of France and there was a vineyard. One day my Grandma went to the field where her old friend donkey would be, when she saw that the Nazi’s had taken Farmer Morris’s farm and turned it into a Stronghold.
My Grandma ran home and told her parents of this. Being spies for Britain they quickly radioed home and called in an air strike. The German Stronghold was destroyed and supposedly Hitler was inspecting the stronghold when the bombs hit and the allies then marched for Berlin and the war was over.
As for Leggy he outlived my Grandma in her garden shed but was then shot and burned because he caught the horses version of foot and mouth.
And that was that.
Jameson
@Leggy’s ashes
(Please note this story was not entirely true, my uncle was actually called Brian.)
Article Written by Jameson
jugsy_the_bugsy@hotmail.com
My Grandma told me this story many a time so I know it perfectly.
After the death of great great old Grandpa Jonathan Davey Senior, father of great young Grandpa Jonathan Davey Junior my grandma was born.
She had a happy childhood and spent many a day frolicking through meadows and what have you. Then one day she found she really wanted some kind of furry animal to love and care for. She asked her mother for some kind of hamster but was turned down.
She wandered through the Davey woods on the Davey Estate. You see the Davey family was very rich until Uncle Peter blew it all in Japan. Anyway she walked a long, then she saw a old donkey in a field owned by evil Farmer Morris, hater of all Daveys.
This donkey was quite small and had 2 small stumpy legs at the front and 3 stumpy legs at the back. The back middle leg was broken she said because it kinder usually laid on the ground and yellow liquid came out of it a lot.
She called it “leggy” and was very happy she had a pet. Leggy was very old and very evil. He would sit around in his field all day planning to destroy the world, obliviously this would never happen because he was a donkey with five legs.
The Estate was in the south of France and there was a vineyard. One day my Grandma went to the field where her old friend donkey would be, when she saw that the Nazi’s had taken Farmer Morris’s farm and turned it into a Stronghold.
My Grandma ran home and told her parents of this. Being spies for Britain they quickly radioed home and called in an air strike. The German Stronghold was destroyed and supposedly Hitler was inspecting the stronghold when the bombs hit and the allies then marched for Berlin and the war was over.
As for Leggy he outlived my Grandma in her garden shed but was then shot and burned because he caught the horses version of foot and mouth.
And that was that.
Jameson
@Leggy’s ashes
(Please note this story was not entirely true, my uncle was actually called Brian.)
Article Written by Jameson
jugsy_the_bugsy@hotmail.com