A flat pit between the
trees.
Fact is - badgers
being extremely cleanly animals - you are currently standing on the
brink of Brocc's, errrrm... uh... whatchamacallit? Waste refusal dump?
Uh, you get the idea, anyway...
As you are about
to trace your steps back to the entrance of Brocc's sett, you see that
there is not only, uh, what one would have expected to find in such a
place.
On a quick survey, you can make out:
- a flyer from some kind of language
institute or other
- a tear-out
from an internet journal that is apparently germanophiliac
enough to call iself a "Weltnetzzeitschrift" - one'd wonder how far they'd
go... anyway, the purpose of this article seems to lie in the proof that Brocc
spent a good deal of his life learning evil invented languages anyway. (Eff.
I mean, EFF!!!)
- underneath that, there
is yet another flyerfrom something like a language
institute...
STATUTORY WARNING: KIDS! Do not try this at home. Activities
like these may result in a severe waste of money and, worse, time of your
life.
- Ehm... THYNGES ... concerning a... a
band or whatever it is supposed to be... but there is written "to be
used in the US only" all over...
- a collection
of broccoli recipes
- Brocc receives so many of these althouggh he doesn't even like the
stuff (meaning Broccoli, not recipes). It seems about time that people
became aware that the coincidence with his name is, well, coincidential
- NOT a programme. *sigh*
Or, you could simply go
.