This morning, on awakening, I misheard the news as the BBC were reporting that police had launched raids on the nation's cannabis farmers using twenty forces.
I heard it as "twenty horses", and subsequently conjured up images of the skunk growers of Britain having their precious harvest trampled in this novel, if unorthodox, method of law enforcement.
clipclopclipclopClipClopClipClopCLIPCLOPCLIPCLOP: CRASH!!!TRAMPLE!!!STAMP!!!NEIGH!!HIGHHOSILVER!!!
"Oh Maaan! Me weed's bin totally wasted by them horse cats man!
Fanciful, I know, as anyone who ever been near a horse will know that our hoofed friends would be far more likely to shuffle about eating the illicit crop, before standing around asleep for the next 23 hours.
I wonder if they sent in surveillance sniffer spaniels beforehand? They could have posed as strays, hanging around the bins whilst casing the joint. ("dammit Rover, take that collar off for God's sake, this is undercover work! Quick, they're coming out; Start Scratching!").
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