Sheep magazine Archive 2: issues 10-17

‘If you guys will help me, maybe we could carry the car to the garage
to get new wheels?’ A lot of muttering followed. The local garage was
about a mile away on Essenwood Road, it wouldn’t be impossible
to do this … and by now the wives had arrived on the scene. The
women made it known they did not want people going down to Cato
Manor with guns, their domestic servants may take umbrage and
leave their employ … so they agreed to the absurd logic of their men
carrying Mr Van’s car to the garage. It all happened quite quickly I
suppose, but even I could see it would be easier to buy the wheels
and bring them to the car, but I was only a kid and the men were all
well into oiling up their muscles, flexing biceps and winking at each
other … and the admiring women.
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This was going to be a day to remember. The men, now stripped
to the waist, gathered around the car, each taking a position and
looking for a hold on the car’s chassis … Mr Du Plessis, who was
by far the strongest looking, took command with ‘Lift!’ and the car
rose from the blocks.
As they moved off up the road, Mr Van kicked over the blocks, we
noticed he wasn’t part of the carrying team, and could only look on
in open mouthed surprise as he rushed between the rear carrier’s
legs and crawled under the car. Could this day get any weirder?
JULY & AUGUST 2016