Saturday Centus …

The angry farmer had noticed that his chicken coop had been looted.  The eggs laid cold in the roost and his prize hen was gone. He ran to the edge of the field loading his gun as he went. To escape; the fox fled quickly, clutching a fresh hen still writhing  in his determined jaw. He ran straight across the fields;turned brown during the recent drought;  his handsome tawny coat blended kindly. To where his growing and starving family eagerly waited.  Meanwhile the lazy dog whose task it was to watch the tiny precious brood ; rolled over in the dust; yawned and went back to sleep.  To dream of the juicy bone that his master going to fetch for him.  Only to be disappointed.

As I am on holiday in southern Spain I have left behind my brain.  However top of the class for resourcefulness; I remember the typing exercise we did many years ago ‘the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog’.

Bottom of the class for cheating .  Will do better next time!