The Forest

At around five o’clock in the evening, a black cocker spaniel and a greyhound approached each other near the entrance to the old Methodist chapel. They were heard to have the following conversation. 

‘Afternoon,’ said the spaniel. 

‘And to you,’ replied the greyhound. ‘The weather’s turned hasn’t it.’

‘True. Can’t say I mind though. It’s the heat I find intolerable.’

‘Yes.’

‘Did you hear the rumour?’ 

‘What rumour?’ 

‘About the French nudist.’ 

‘Oh no. What was that?’ 

‘Apparently there’s a French nudist about.’

‘Dear me.’ 

‘You’re new here aren’t you?’ 

‘Yes, I come from Blackpool.’

‘Ah good.’ 

‘Still getting to know the place.’ 

‘I don’t think much of nudism.’ 

‘I can’t say we have a lot of it in Blackpool.’ 

‘Of course I haven’t seen them myself. But I have heard the rumours.’ 

The spaniel gave the greyhound a knowing look. 

‘Yes.’ 

‘Anyway, I expect I better be off. Nice to meet you and welcome. Hope to see you around. Your bum smells great.’ 

‘Very kind.’ 

‘Cheerio.’

‘Cheerio.’ 

These rumours have been noted and the matter has been referred to the French embassy.