In my last adventure when I tested the ever so comfortable mattress I could not believe it but I found a crocodile in side it
The faster I ran the slower I seemed to go, the crocodile got closer and closer ,I could hear him, and smell him I would not lie down ever again on a comfortable mattress
It was only yesterday when I returned to the factory, after a short 'rest'. The machines were at it full blast, there was commotion as the workers were paid a bonus for every item that they made. The boss( who happened to look a little bit like me) could count in his head, money, that the workers were making him, by simply counting the number of seconds each job took. Once a week the boss would have a music lesson with a retired sort of legend of the rock world, the lesson was not mastering modes or riffs, but to check his timing on an old fashioned metronome. What the boss did not want, was his timing to be off, so his mental arithmetic was out. The workers did not know of his secret timing but they suspected, they had seen him in the shadows making deals with the timber merchants, they had seen the speed of his money counting, he was twice as fast as a bank teller, rumor had it that he could weigh notes in his hand as accurately as a bank scale.
Anyway on my return I went straight to the assembly area,the workers were hard at it, trying to reach the targets. They were lucky they did not need to go to the gym after work, they were super fit, olympic standard. The pin guns were blasting away and the small wardrobes were coming off the assembly line. Little did Henry Ford know, that his approach to keeping the workers, 'at it' would be cut up, and be recycled in such a way. Today it was small wardrobes tomorrow may be the finest cooking French style) or even fly fishing. The manufacturing process was starting, the shelves fixed by secret pocket holes, previously cut by the machinists. Eventually after wax staining the doors were hung and the finished wardrobe put into the dispatch area.
I sat down on an old sumptuous chair. A large red one that I sat on after a fat lunch, to have a few quiet moments and hide away from the grinding and pulsating of the factory, not wanting to be disturbed, I heard a noise coming from the last small wardrobe. I came to quickly and went over to investigate, I creaked open the door, there seemed nothing unusual, I mean the inside of a wardrobe looks pretty much like the inside of a wardrobe.You know a base shelf and above it a hanging rai.............l! WHAT there was a snake curled up on the hanging rail, it wasn't a little snake that one can pick up by the tail, tell off and throw in the bushes, this was a MONSTER PYTHON.
The snake looked with cold dead eyes, it looked and looked, I realized I was lunch, then it made its move.It spat uncoiled and leaped at me, It coiled and squeezed, my instincts for not hurting animals disappeared , I grabbed a CD rack and walloped it so hard on the head that its eyes went red and misted over, but it fought back it squeezed and bit ,It was after me,it coiled to stop me breathing in and suddenly managed to get my wallet in its jaws, that was it that was enough, that hurt, I squeezed the snake by the neck and sun k my teeth in hard, it slackened its grip I leaped out hit it some more with the CD rack , it did a final lurch, but I was ready with a left right combination. That was it a clean KO
I quickly counted my money, it was still there,I almost cried with joy that it was all there. I went back to a boring life, but I had, for the rest of my life, a permanent smirk, and a pair of very colourful shoes.
The faster I ran the slower I seemed to go, the crocodile got closer and closer ,I could hear him, and smell him I would not lie down ever again on a comfortable mattress
It was only yesterday when I returned to the factory, after a short 'rest'. The machines were at it full blast, there was commotion as the workers were paid a bonus for every item that they made. The boss( who happened to look a little bit like me) could count in his head, money, that the workers were making him, by simply counting the number of seconds each job took. Once a week the boss would have a music lesson with a retired sort of legend of the rock world, the lesson was not mastering modes or riffs, but to check his timing on an old fashioned metronome. What the boss did not want, was his timing to be off, so his mental arithmetic was out. The workers did not know of his secret timing but they suspected, they had seen him in the shadows making deals with the timber merchants, they had seen the speed of his money counting, he was twice as fast as a bank teller, rumor had it that he could weigh notes in his hand as accurately as a bank scale.
Anyway on my return I went straight to the assembly area,the workers were hard at it, trying to reach the targets. They were lucky they did not need to go to the gym after work, they were super fit, olympic standard. The pin guns were blasting away and the small wardrobes were coming off the assembly line. Little did Henry Ford know, that his approach to keeping the workers, 'at it' would be cut up, and be recycled in such a way. Today it was small wardrobes tomorrow may be the finest cooking French style) or even fly fishing. The manufacturing process was starting, the shelves fixed by secret pocket holes, previously cut by the machinists. Eventually after wax staining the doors were hung and the finished wardrobe put into the dispatch area.
I sat down on an old sumptuous chair. A large red one that I sat on after a fat lunch, to have a few quiet moments and hide away from the grinding and pulsating of the factory, not wanting to be disturbed, I heard a noise coming from the last small wardrobe. I came to quickly and went over to investigate, I creaked open the door, there seemed nothing unusual, I mean the inside of a wardrobe looks pretty much like the inside of a wardrobe.You know a base shelf and above it a hanging rai.............l! WHAT there was a snake curled up on the hanging rail, it wasn't a little snake that one can pick up by the tail, tell off and throw in the bushes, this was a MONSTER PYTHON.
The snake looked with cold dead eyes, it looked and looked, I realized I was lunch, then it made its move.It spat uncoiled and leaped at me, It coiled and squeezed, my instincts for not hurting animals disappeared , I grabbed a CD rack and walloped it so hard on the head that its eyes went red and misted over, but it fought back it squeezed and bit ,It was after me,it coiled to stop me breathing in and suddenly managed to get my wallet in its jaws, that was it that was enough, that hurt, I squeezed the snake by the neck and sun k my teeth in hard, it slackened its grip I leaped out hit it some more with the CD rack , it did a final lurch, but I was ready with a left right combination. That was it a clean KO
I quickly counted my money, it was still there,I almost cried with joy that it was all there. I went back to a boring life, but I had, for the rest of my life, a permanent smirk, and a pair of very colourful shoes.
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