Mr Jones of Manor farm. Hen-houses were locked for the night. Too drunk he forgot the pop-holes. They were unlocked for the night. His lantern dancing side to side. He stumbled across the yard. Kicked boots off at the back door. Drunk a last glass of beer.
Home free:
Crying, she began to run. Tears were running. Pouring from her bloodshot eyes. Moaning, she continued. Her legs. They were shaking. Like an earthquake. Stumbling, she fell to the ground and picked herself up with ease.
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