Saturday 13th August (Guano)

Mr. Kite looked out of his bedroom window into a brightening sky just after the meteor storm had disappeared from view and had a lazy morning reading the newspaper. But in the afternoon Mr. Kite cycled to Venus Pool where yesterdays birds were still on view.

To cut a long story short Mr. Kite cycled from Venus Pool to Cound Stank where hundreds of House Martins were feeding on insects in the air and resting on telegraphs wires that crossed the road. Now Mr. Kite was wondering whether these birds were preparing to go home after a successful summer or just congregating on a pleasant autumn afternoon. Mr. Kite watched these birds as he slowly cycled down the lane. Passing under a group of House Martins perched on a telegraph wire Mr. Kite felt a cold splodge on his exposed left shoulder. Looking onto his shoulder Mr. Kite noticed an irregular shaped white lump of guano. Now Mr. Kite could not identify the culprit but that did not matter. mr. Kite had a dilemma: should he leave the guano in place or should he remove it?

Mr. Kite decided he would leave it and consider it a lucky omen. So on his return to town Mr. Kite bought a lottery ticked before having a tipple of Wychwood Hobgoblin. Cheers from the lucky Mr. Kite with a white spotted shoulder and a lucky lottery ticket.