Today I saw my brain, found a pig’s tooth in the chicken run and had two perfectly poached eggs with my codeine. Now time for drugged dreams and an Ofsted inspection tomorrow. What could possibly go wrong?
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Ah! I had considered that but years ago we used to give the dogs pigs heads as a treat and they wouldn’t eat the teeth, so we would sometimes find those in the garden. Then we build the henhouse so it they were probably scrabbling in the ground and thought they’d found a delightful bit of corn
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