The house at fudge corner

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Sat in the big chair, wrestling with an idea, I needed venture capital.

Philosophy
You don't spend money because of wolfs
You spend money because of wolfs
The makers, mill-owners, production workers, miners...
The shakers, artists, inventors, repairmen......
To beat the wolves, you've got to have shakers
Communism puts makers above shakers, and poverty results

I went for a walk in pippin wood. The mainly apple wood surrounded, the house of Felicity (Kendall), 'and what about you Alan', 'men, men, men', re-hersals!, the horse laughter of Kerry carried through the wood. 'Knock, knock', Felicity, 'Lee, you bought me a magazine', I said 'Pippins gorgeous'. Nag shampa, comfy chair, Robinsons orange juice.
Felicity fudge, fire, aping, then pile on
Kerry fudge, flame, aping then pile on
Lee fire, fudge, flame, aping then pile on
and I sat I suppose to provide interesting conversation. Hair permed, ears rubbed, girth proded, past the hand-made Buddha, felicity led us to a corrigated, old brick donkey stable, he trotted out, smiling pig, chewing apples, from a bucket. Venturous goose. Bernard, who was allowed to dance in the wood, sat sad on a stone, 'come with us'.
I've always said, joy in your qualities, take yourself seriously, charge your extreme bodily barriers............and I was the sensible one at the back.
Lee held Bernards hand, the reins of Kerry and donkey, and Mrs Kendall, picked up the tail, and they sang, 'wondering through the windy, whirly, wood, we go....on a summery summery, sunny, way we know, Leathery trees, bumble bees, and upto are knees in sloe........................My dingaling, My dingling', across the glade under the red chestnut, through the grass, along the old white clay path, under roots, around trees, splitting, converging, and halt, eeor and piglet, stopped accross the bridge, the rest dangled their legs, over the edge, and white rivelets spun, and eeor went to the toilet. Beyond the foxgloves on the other bank, Stephen fry, Ron weasley, and Harry potter. Felicity, 'Stephen fry is that you on the see-saw', Stephen, 'felicity', Felicity, 'catching minoes', Stephen, 'the cream........up, down, up, down', a vortex of swallows swept above the bridge,. I had already limbered up a chestnut tree, 'hoy, steady'. Felicity picked up a snail and threw it into the sage, a distinct crack. The donkey started (jumped ,ran away), scream, over a log, we pat, patted, down the hill, brushed by Rowan, twirling junipers, piles of leaves whisked up over our ears, a great bustard stalked into the path, followed by more, and more. The donkey trotted into a square of buttercups. Dan Dan the electrical-man, stick in hand, drove the birds on.
Other people tell, 'take the removal men' of being chased by evil black flying, spikey demons from entrance to the house. Lee Evans foot falls came clum, clumping from behind, Winnie rode between on her tricycle, hair in bunches, through twirling juniper, the undergrowth, and nettles...We climbed into a cart of straw, and just looked across the river...In the giant flowers by the fence, the garage, 'slug move', felicity chucked it into the lupins, and beyond into the thistles, and shouted at the heavens 'you will not make a camp out of pippin wood'
'see-saw in the dark, see-saw in the dark'