Well ..... all the newspapers are full of pages and pages of "puzzles" to keep the population entertained at home. Bread and Circuses. So. jumping on the bandwagon , which I hope will be driving around for essential reasons only, here's a "puzzle" sort of thing that I put on here almost two years ago ( post 42) .... and I wrote it, it was my idea, I did it, yes, ME. Well, this is no ordinary story .... no. As you can see, there is a FULMAR in the title, and a WREN lurks in reverse almost immediately afterwards. There's plenty more to be found, and not just UK birds either. I've taken one or two liberties on the way, as you will no doubt see, but they were all, interestingly. in the interests of interestingness .... you should be aiming at 40+ ...... luckily some of them are really really obvious.. and unfortunately, some aren't ..... THE CASE OF THE TEARFUL MARINER Wearily Mr. Allen S. Gallinu leaned forward, his hair cascading in a golden arc towards me."Well' I may be a miser in some things, I may not get out of puff in quicker time than you, but one thing you must quite allow, Mr. Holmes. The body was stiff. Furthermore, without being too critical, a quantity of mandarin oranges was found in the stomach of the victim. Holmes replaced his nib, organising his thoughts. Our progress was nil. Nude bodies are rare in our small circle, and for Roy, alternative comedian, to be found dead in a hovel, fowl-smelling and rancid was unknown. " I resist all ideas that he died alone. Various clues point to a rosy future for this investigation. I'd reveal more facts.... but tell I, Watson, do you remember the case of the beer-barrel bra? We nipped that one in the bud, despite rumours of a ban. An aquittal was secured by a mere fluke of law !" " Nil remonstrandum" replied Watson, " a typical case of 'duam evodacni , aqua illud' if I ever heard one. A solemn silence filled the room. when to our amazement an arrow rent it in twain, thudding into the desk-top. Around the shaft was a piece of paper, black, not unlike a scroll. Erasing all fear Holmes unwrapped and read it. "Leo,Pooh, Roo ,Kanga, Childhood tales fill my anger. A shapeless hag, I step inside ... Hadrian's Wall owes ten nag's hide." "This is kindling to a fire" said Sherlock, " a fire which will burn swiftly and who's prey is our skin. Grail we will not see at the end of this quest, but one day the black cap of the judge will prevail. The killer will fall in nettles of his own making, and out efforts will dip peroxide on these black deeds. We will remain alert, S.E Kensington is our hunting-ground. Watson looked up.... " you are not a budger. I garnish these tales, but Gad, wallow in sentimentality I will not." Finally, with a bruised rib, frustrated by paucity of evidence, Holmes retired to his study. ........................................................................................... ... for all I know, many of those birds might be extinct by now ! Some of them were, as promised, dead obvious, some pretty dastardly, at least one of them needed a subtle mis-spelling ... but now, music .... Zahara ... " Chica Pop " ..shall I mention that there are loads of versions of this on't net. No. no no no .......
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