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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Hodgson, Smith
[00:21.70]We decided to go through the fields with it.
[00:23.35]Stevie thinking it might be embarrassing carrying a carpet along the roadside.
[00:26.80]As we got to the first gate we saw Mary coming the other way.
[00:29.56]"Just out for a walk then lads?" she said. That's right.
[00:32.26]We always like to carry a full size floor carpet between us when we're out stretching our legs.
[00:36.32]It wasn't that hard actually. Not heavy between us or anything, more awkward.
[00:40.66]It sags in the middle, and has this course, scratchy underlay that itches your arms and shoulders.
[00:44.78]We didn't really need a rest, but when we came to that Farm Tea Kitchen thing we got a can each and had a sit down.
[00:50.28]At which point that carpet came in pretty handy actually.
[00:53.03]And Stevie's watching these cows in a field and he says that places like farms and zoos make him sick.
[00:57.77]Keeping animals fenced in for our own enjoyment and everything.
[01:00.88]I want to say that I'm not sure we should enforce a contemporary human psychological perspective on what are only animals,
[01:06.13]but decided it would be lost and instead concentrated on watching a cloud that looked like Wile E. Coyote biting a monkey's shoulder.
[01:11.48]It wasn't much further, but when we got it there I couldn't helped but be underwhelmed by the gratitude.
[01:16.48]"Just put it down there," she says. And that's it. A minute later we're walking back.
[01:20.78]I can still see Wile E. Coyote and the monkey. And as we're going it starts to get cold in the fields and the wind starts to pick up.
[01:26.49]And out of nowhere, Stevie is gone. Off over the fence and in with his cows. I wait. And I shout. And then I think sod it and piss off home.
[01:34.18]But the next morning, I'm in the newsagents getting some milk, and just as I bloody well turn to leave, it's there.
[01:38.68]A whole one. A real one. Blocking my path. Right in the doorway of a newsagents, eating the newspapers.