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9th Dec 2009
Soon after moving into the new house, I began hearing noises, like people impersonating dogs barking, coming from the open area beyond the compound every night.
At first, I assumed they must be made by the same dogs that lay in the shade, or scavenged lazyly for food, all around the town during the day.
It took a while to realise they were actually hyenas, drawn towards the city to look for food after a long drought.
I never actually saw them, but I don't really count that as a loss.
17th Dec 09 - 9:16pm
To your astonishment...
It turned out to be the next door neighbour singing in the shower, with the window open?
It turned out to be the next door neighbour singing in the shower, with the window open?
pansmanser
11th Dec 09 - 5:35pm
We used to have giant white oxen and the odd dragon that would encroach upon our encampment during those moonlit nights. I told the sergeant - the tall one - to keep the men busy and went out with a pocket knife. To my astonishment
AS
9th Dec 09 - 11:18pm
In fitting with the last few posts, no, this isn't Northern Ireland - it's a random collection of memories. The lack of context is an artistic method to encourage imagination and transferal of your own experiences and expectations to the story.
So there.
So there.
henry
9th Dec 09 - 8:40pm
Hyenas? When can we come visit?
Wait, N Ireland; drought? You've been having very different weather to us across the sea.
Wait, N Ireland; drought? You've been having very different weather to us across the sea.
Margaret
9th Dec 09 - 7:48pm
Are we talking about N.Ireland here?