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  1. #1
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    Thumbs up The Great Invention:

    ,
    You think you could put this in the 'A Woodies Yarn' for me? see if we can
    get it starting again...

    Thanks
    Brett
    Done and I hope that we some imaginitive and clean responses.


    The story is set out in the small town Woodust, located in the northwestern
    part of New South Wales. Apart from all the dust and flies there isnt much
    in the town, there's the old woodmill run by Fred Nerk, the general store
    run by Lucy Lastic and the local pub run by Joe Bloggs.

    It was a hot Friday afternoon and Fred was sitting in the shade outside the
    woodmill having a quiet beer. Old Fred had just turned a few bar stools to
    replace the ones broken by them visiting bikers the previous weekend. Now
    Fred had lived in Woodust all his life and he got to thinking it was about
    time someone put the place on the map so's they could start attracting some
    better quality tourists.

    After a bit of thinking Fred reckoned he should invent the greatest
    invention every made, that should get people flocking out there then. But
    what to invent? Fred began looking around the old mill when.....

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  3. #2
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    Talking

    Suddenly it hit him. A lump of timber had falen from the roof of the mill and landed right on top of his head.

    "STREWTH!!!" he yelled as his knees buckled and he hit the deck with a resounding crash. A sudden urge to sleep washed over him. Goodnight, sleep tight.

    Two hours later he sheepishly stirred from his unrequested rest. He gingerly rose, to his feet, and dusted off the sawdust and shavings from his clothing.

    "Ouch!!" he said as he felt the lump on his noggin. "What this town needs is a ......."
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  4. #3
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    "Excuse me Sir I'm looking for Fred Nurks, are you, he?"

    With a bellow of surprise Fred turned around and standing at the doorway was an exotic looking lady who was short, to say the least.

    Around her waist she wore a strange looking belt that contained at least 20 different turning chisels. Most barely clearing the ground as she stood there with a quizzical look on her face.

    "And who would like to know" demanded Fred, trying to ignore the stars that were floating past his eyes.

    "I am Zander" came the reply.


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    Allen

  5. #4
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    Wink

    "Not Zander the inventor of the vertical lathe" said Fred.
    "No" she said
    "Oh Bugger!" exclaimed Fred.

  6. #5
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    "Nah. I'm Zander Neander the overlander, New Zealander an' me an' me mate Amanda wanna 'ave a gander at your left hander, veranda ......."

    "STOP!!!" yelled Fred. "Stone the crows woman, your makin' me head spin."

    "Post lathe." added Zander.
    56 Rock n Roll rebel....... Too old to die young and too young to be an old fart. Guess I'll just keep on rockin and refuse grow old gracefully.


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