Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 10:35 am
"I sentence you to three-months porridge," dribbled the Judge,sombrely surveying the evidence before him: air-rifle,paint brush,stick of dynamite. "Porridge!" exclaimed the star-gazer in the dock,"I hate porridge. Could you make it pancakes instead,M'Lord,smothered in fruit yoghurt?" Subdued laughter rippled through the courtroom. "Silence!" said the Judge,his countenance grave. You have failed in your householder's duty to install a ten-million watts security light,choosing,instead,to indulge in the sordid hobby of astronomy with all of the wickness it implies;now you must pay the price." The End.