thursday trickery, page-150

Jaolsa

No, I am 97 NOT 98.

Some days are really bad and I do feel 98, but then I have my good days and I feel a spritely 96.

Not everyone knows this but I had a childhood friend called Noah. We would often lie in the fields listening to the birds.

We particularly loved the crows and would imitate their cries.

Aark, aark we would call out, then one day Noah seemed to get an inspiration, said he was interested in carpentry and mumbled something about cubits and gopher wood.

I'm not sure whatever happened to him, but I just hope his animal fetish didn't get him into trouble.