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Shangri-La Village Council
Main street
Shangri-La
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Dear Mister Harkness-Jones
It has been brought to our attention that you have placed razor wire on your properties along the main street of our village. These are deemed hazardous and we are writing to demand you remove the danger to small children who play in the street.
Thank you for your consideration,
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Jack and the others were swarming the village, Jarred walking out with other council members to watch. He frowned as he saw the fencing not being removed, but rather something being added.
"Jack? What are you doing?" Jarred called as he walked over to look.
"Making the fencing safe, as per the letter" Jack said happily, another wine cork going on the end of a sharp razor point "This is fun actually. Did you know … the used corks are reused? Some are recycled and the local pubs save them? We have SOOOO many I am considering mulching some for the playground."
"Ah" Mister Connors said softly "Yes. The playground. You did that."
Jack looked up, seeing the man looking over at the playground with open dislike so he grinned happily as he replied "And I am going to add a huge slide in the middle. Maybe some of those cool noise things so when the wind blows it all makes music."
Everyone looked at him with horror as he went back to placing corks on the fences, then he sighed "Damn. These are not white. Sorry Jarred, that is remiss of me. You know what? We will have to remove all this fencing now and replace it."
"Yes, you will" Missus Larkind sniffed "This is so ….so… unseemly. Look at it, not exactly aesthetic now, is it?"
Jack turned to look at the street and then canted his head as he repeated "Ascetic. You mean .. pleasant to the eye? Artistic?"
Jarred knew he was going to be too slow, turning to silence her as she continued "Yes. Something more … soild!"
"Solid. Solid and pleasing to the eye" Jack repeated "Right. I will have to solve that. GUYS. PULL EVERYTHING OUT!"
The men then proceeded to yank the fencing across the grass, the verges and into the street, piling it all on the median strip.
"Come on guys, that's not nice!" Jack huffed "Pull it to the empty section over there, we own that. The one next to Jarred… I mean … our house."
Jarred looked at Jack as he grinned happily back.
The confusion in the air was not lost on Jack who was starting to have fun as John stormed past in his boots, stomping the muddy grass in more.
Oh yes.
Let's go.
How do you like me now?
