Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum

by 3arn0wl

Never having had the stomach for the slaughter of the innocents, Alistair Crookes loaded up his lambs for market.  As he was doing so, a passer by, walking along the Drover’s Lane, asked if he’d be prepared to sell them for five magic beans.  Well, he wasn’t falling for that old chestnut!  He’d seen the pantomime, and quite honestly he didn’t need the hassle:

  • the beanstalk climbing,
  • the nagging mother or
  • the being chased by a giant.

No.  A fair price at market it would be!

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