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5.12.08

Horse trading

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Leaving the river, we bump in John, our old horse trader friend. He says he can see our horses are knackered, offers to swap them for fresh horses, and explains that he can trade our exhausted horses for an antique vase, as he knows someone who will always supply fresh horses in exchange for a good antique vase. Knowing that he can exchange a selection of awls for a vase, he trades our tired horses for a priest’s trumpet, which he then exchanges for some phylacteries, which he trades for some antique furniture, which he swaps for a vase, which he then exchanges for awls but, because of a spelling mistake on the order form, owls arrive.

 

The owner of the fresh horses refuses to take owls, rather than awls, in exchange for the vase so, now, we don’t have any horses, or awls, but we do have a lot of owls. Rather than wait for John to work out a way of turning owls into horses, we stride into the hills, toasting success to all horse traders and hoping they are better at it than John.


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