Thursday 9 July 2009

A Thames Tale (4)

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The Gatherer then led Stan to a well where he drew up in a bucket the stickiest, blackest, smelliest gloop Stan had ever seen.

Stan sat on the river bank with his dog and waited for the sunset to come.

Stan did as the message commanded and poured the foul gloop along the river bank.

Right before his eyes, tiny shoots pushed through the earth and grew into a marvellous, colourful jungle of flowers stretching out towards the sky.

~ The End ~

1 comment:

Robert said...

It is still there in 2021 (some of it a little the worse for wear, but rather charming and well worth a pause if you're in the area.) Thank you, Caroline, for pointing it out. Robert