They called him Beefy. Nobody knew why. He wasn’t beefy at all... but his reputation was. Beefy was the village young thug. My children gave him a wide berth and never ‘crossed’ him.
Beefy had recently ‘done time’ for some misdemeanour, but the word was that he was out. Back in the village.
Driving home along narrow country lanes, I spotted a young fellow walking purposefully. He was heading home. I stopped and offered him a lift. Beefy was surprisingly friendly and grateful.
Telling the tale to my daughter, she replied calmly.
“At least he won’t smash up your car!”
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Maybe it proves the redemptive potential of our prison system, but probably not as he was returned to his natural home months later!
Christopher over 5 years ago
Hey, it never hurts to have friends in low places. If you ever get in a tight spot, and Beefy isn't in the hoosegow, he might be willing to help you out.
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Thanks, Christopher, I’ve got no beef with that! 😊
LesleyAnne over 5 years ago
Does he live local haha
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Yes he does LesleyAnne. At least he did when out!