Tales from the Mischief presents
The Hammock Accords
Desirable elevated residence. Sleeps four. Sleeps eleven if nobody exhales.
My family has slept in that hammock since Tuesday. That is heritage.
I do not want that chair. I simply require that nobody else may have it.
I propose a rota. Drawn up fairly, by me, in my favour.I’ve seen your rotas. Nobody’s ever on them but you.
Displaced! Rehoused in wicker! I shall write to somebody about this the moment I learn to write.
The hammock holds four.
The hammock holds seven.Six and a half. Someone is standing on my half.
Accords signed. The hammock holds everyone.Tales from the Mischief. A new sketch on Sundays.
Roof rats really do pile up to sleep. Huddling shares body heat and is a sign the group is socially settled.[1]
