Poet on a Hill

Thursday, 12 May 2011

TALES FROM THE WELSH VALLEYS – Blodwyn

 

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TALES FROM THE WELSH VALLEYS – Blodwyn


Blodwyn lives at the far end of a sleepy valley. She’s got no family, save for an old uncle who went off to be missionary in China.

When he retired the uncle came back to the UK and brought Blodwyn a pet panda as a gift. But the Welsh climate didn’t agree with the animal and its hair started falling out by the bucket load.

Blodwyn was beside herself with worry. There’s no vet in the valley so she went to the doctor for some advice.

‘Well Blodwyn,’ said the drunken old quack when she entered the surgery, ‘what can I do for you?’
‘It’s me panda,’ she told him, ‘all the hair’s falling out. It’s full of bald bits.’
‘We’ll soon sort that,’ says the doc, going over to his cabinet and coming back with a sample-jar. ‘Rub this ointment on the bald spots twice a day ... and don’t ride your bike for a fortnight.’

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