Wild Land

Remote control cars. Remote control boats. And now, remote control helicopters that fly remarkably well.

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The annual three-way battle in the strawberry patch between flora, fauna and man is about to begin.

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(some Sunday whimsy)

“Dinner’s ready, darling!.”
“Good-oh hun. I’ll just scrub-up after working in the garden…”
A short time later…
“Ummm, honey bun. The kids have nice towering plates of vittles, where’s mine?”
“Oh, out in the kennel. Fang is looking after it for you … I think.”

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Thanks to the worried readers of the Wild Land website who rang to enquire if we were deaded after the Wild Land, Tawa Weather and other websites were down for most of Friday. (I’ll be paying the Rent-a-crowd bill promptly this month, to reward you for your concern).

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Stung by the totally scurrilous claim that occupants of the sunny eastern hills of the Vale of Tawa were “from the wrong side of the tracks,” a small but determined bunch decided to take action recently.

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Back in the olden days, long before I threw caution to the wind and became a penniless writer, I was the owner of a small wine cellar. My cellarmaster was a long-legged black beauty who, like many of the women I know, was a stroppy wench (that should trigger a few comments and turn my glasses into contact lenses)…

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in response to the severe case of husband’s ear that I am suffering from, Wild Land will start a new category. It should be called Sunday Whimsy because Sunday is a good day to kick back and read something for fun.

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