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First Yarn
When I was serving in the cruiser HMCS Quebec, it anchored offshore in a remote part of Mexico one day, opposite a fishing village. I went ashore there to repair their radio system which was their only contact with the outside world. There were ramshackle houses down by the shore and goats all over the place. The goats wandered in and out of the open doors of the houses as they pleased. Come to think of it the chickens did too.
When I arrived onshore I observed a boat pulled up on the shore with a dead goat and a butcher in it. Why was there a boat pulled up on the shore with a dead goat and a butcher in it? Because the butcher was there to sell meat. Incidentally it was a very hot summer day and you could smell the dead goat meat frying in the sun. A man approached the boat and bargained with the butcher, who sliced off the appropriate amount of flesh and handed it to him. The man walked away with the meat in one hand swinging it back and forth, loaded with flies, the end of the meat dragging in the sand and leaving a trail of bllood. It was enough to make me lose my appetite and I was eighteen so that is saying a lot.
When I arrived onshore I observed a boat pulled up on the shore with a dead goat and a butcher in it. Why was there a boat pulled up on the shore with a dead goat and a butcher in it? Because the butcher was there to sell meat. Incidentally it was a very hot summer day and you could smell the dead goat meat frying in the sun. A man approached the boat and bargained with the butcher, who sliced off the appropriate amount of flesh and handed it to him. The man walked away with the meat in one hand swinging it back and forth, loaded with flies, the end of the meat dragging in the sand and leaving a trail of bllood. It was enough to make me lose my appetite and I was eighteen so that is saying a lot.
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