If you go down to the woods....
We were a bunch of EU delegates and mates, all crammed in a minibus en route from Ruse to Sofia, returning from a transnational project meeting.
We stopped somewhere for lunch. It was our duty to sink a few excellent local beers too - it wasn't a competition, but I competed nonetheless.
Our host Branimir urged us to continue our journey. Unable to retain so much beer, they stopped for me in the forest. Mightily relieved, I returned to the minibus. Noses twitched - not in a good way.
"I know that smell", declared Branimir, "it's bear shit! It's lucky....
...you survived!"
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Christopher about 7 years ago
You lead quite a life, my friend. Great drabble (although now I have that damned "Teddy Bears' Picnic" song stuck in my head!).
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Neville Hunt about 7 years ago
Thanks, Christopher. It was quite a while ago now, but, post hoc, scared the shit out of me!
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Max about 7 years ago
Certainly luckier than pigeon poo and I imagine you gained some extra space on the minibus too! :-)
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Neville Hunt about 7 years ago
Thanks, Max, yes, I was pretty much left to myself...and my shoes!
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Neville Hunt about 7 years ago
Thanks, Drew. I've certainly had quite a few close shaves. According to my wife I'm up to seven of the nine this cat's apparently allocated! Now treading with very cautious cat-like steps!
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Neville Hunt about 7 years ago
No worries, Drew, I'm not grizzling, nor browned off, I just pawed out my soul!
