Well it had all been happening in the auction hall. Just when you got the feeling that the £25.00 bid from the Norfolk nutter wouldn’t be beaten, a peeky looking, spanner clenching, medal wearing, coffin dodger painfully raises a hand and bids £30.00, he knew, more than most, the importance of raising money for H4H, as he himself had served, possibly in WWII? and experienced first hand what our troops endure whilst serving Queen and country.
£30.00 I’m bid, £30.00 for this excellent publication, are we all done at £30.00
As the auctioneer looked out onto the sea of bidders, an Ox, methodically made it’s way into the hall, every step showing it’s age, even the old soldier felt young in comparison to this creature.
Ignoring everyone else he proudly made his way up to the auctioneer and began stamping his front left hoof (do cow’s have hooves or feet?). Following the auctioneers encounter earlier with a lioness, an Ox didn’t faze the auctioneer one bit, it was like water of a cows back. He immediately realised that each tap was a bid and slowly counted. On the 35th tap the Ox stopped.
£35.00 I’m bid, £35.00 from the book reading Ox,
The auctioneeer wondered to himself, what sort of trail bike the Ox would actually do an adventure ride on?
£35.00 are we all done at £35.00 ? Going once, going twice at £35.00, it’s going, it’s going, it’s going at £35.00, to the ever reliable Ox.
The auctioneer raises his gavel and looks out one more time for a bid?![]()



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