Thursday, September 04, 2008

Monument Creameries Ltd.

The man in the hat was meeting with the florist Beeves to inquire about a Quair-stemmed Begonia nosegay he was interested in buying for the harridan, the biggest dogman with Crabber and Duckworth to insist they cater a Dogman’s Luncheon to be held the day after Ships Day. Neither man knew that the other had a prior engagement, had they the day might have turned out differently. Crabber and Duckworth were fierce adversaries of the florist Beeves, so had either party got wind that the other was in town on business, the day might have end with bloodied noses and hanging jawbones. Beeves’ begat little Beeves who begat littler Beeves who begat littlest Beeves and so on. Crabber and Duckworth begat Duckworth and Crabber who begat Duckcrabber who begat Crabberworth. The man in the hat had little patience for begetting, so those who begat were roughly rebuked and then quickly forgotten.

The man in hat broke into a trot, the back of his neck cobbled with sweat. He feared being late, as he feared most things that required perfect pitch and timing. The biggest dogman sat tugging at a loose thread, twisting it until it broke in two. Despoiled with fish oil and spat, his coveralls barely covered the lion's share of his stomach, the biggest dogman sat under a fichus tree biding his time. A flying-machine droned in the sky above the biggest dogman’s head, a bed sheet in tow flapping wildly. Scribbled on the flapping bed sheet was the following, THE SKY WILL FALL TOMORROW AT EXACTLY 27½ MINUTES PASSED NOONTIME, THIS IS NO JOKE, BEWARE! The biggest dogman, not caring a Pope’s nose for falling skies or jokes, lit his cob and fell into a middling sleep, the air between his head and the soon to fall sky kibbled with smoke.

On his way to meet the biggest dogman the man in the hat stumbled upon a pumpkin yellowed copy of Irish Writing - 35 - Dublin: Trumpet Books 1956. with articles by John Renehan, Vivian Mercier, Brendan Behan, Tom Furlong, Ewart Milne, Piaras O'Carroll, Patrick Galvin, John Gross. £10.00. On the inside cover was an advert for the Monument Creameries Ltd. The Egg and You…Whether you are an egg-head or just a plain egg-eater you’ll want these spheroidal bodies at their freshest. Our organization has the hen population of Ireland under close surveillance; they respect us and we respect them. We mutually egg each other on to ever greater efforts. So, next time you have an omelette in mind visit your nearest MONUMENT, Monument Creameries Ltd. Dublin. On the outside back cover was an advert for the San Nicols De Los Garza Slaughterhouse - 4- in Nuevo Leon Mexico. And on the inside truck was an advert for Kristiansand Vest-Agder Walnuts, shipped by frigate from Norway.

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