Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss


Fred was a difficult egg from the beginning. No matter how his mother tried to deposit him with his 400 brothers and sisters in the same place, he always managed to roll away to somewhere else. It seems that Fred’s mother had met his father on a chance flight near the laboratory where flies were being subjected to experiments of independence, it was all very psychological and the scientists needed to discover the secret of a fly’s ability to escape from being killed by a hand or fly swatter at the last minute. You must know what I mean. The fly is sitting on the table, you are ready to strike and just as you think you have him cornered, he flies away.

Fred’s Mum had found such a nice flat piece of cow recycling material in the meadow when she deposited her brood. She was sure that Gilbert, the…

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