CRAPPY GREENFINGER Crappy Greenfinger was a gardener, a man of the soil … most of which seemed to be on his old baggy gardening trousers including the occasional earthworm which peeped out of the turn-ups. This made him the frequent target for crows that often used to gang-up on him because of his diminutive size. Standing at just over five foot tall the bane of Crappy's life was tall hedges especially as he refused to believe in the existence of extendable hedge trimmers. Unnatural, he called them, the invention of the ungodly; he often told anyone who would listen. Crappy was a fervent believer … he didn’t know what he believed in but he believed in it … fervently.
Most people now tended to avoid him after coming to the conclusion that he was, as the parish magazine so eloquently put it, a boring old fart. That in itself was notable as the parish magazine had a reputation for sitting on the fence and not upsetting anyone … plus Crappy was only twenty-eight.
Crappy Greenfinger was a gardener, a man of the soil … most of which seemed to be on his old baggy gardening trousers including the occasional earthworm which peeped out of the turn-ups. This made him the frequent target for crows that often used to gang-up on him because of his diminutive size. Standing at just over five foot tall the bane of Crappy's life was tall hedges especially as he refused to believe in the existence of extendable hedge trimmers. Unnatural, he called them, the invention of the ungodly; he often told anyone who would listen. Crappy was a fervent believer … he didn’t know what he believed in but he believed in it … fervently.
Most people now tended to avoid him after coming to the conclusion that he was, as the parish magazine so eloquently put it, a boring old fart. That in itself was notable as the parish magazine had a reputation for sitting on the fence and not upsetting anyone … plus Crappy was only twenty-eight.