The Literary Drover No. 1709


From notes made on the human condition:

My friend, “Dane”, has a series of corrals near his home, where cattle are staged before putting put out to pasture. On one corner of one corral there is a wind sock.

When his wife’s cousin came for a visit he saw the wind sock and wanted to know why Dane had it, lacking a landing strip and a plane.

Initially Dane declined to explain the wind sock, but on the last day of the visiting relative he turned to him and said, “I have a wind sock because the feed store was out of plastic pink flamingos.”


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