Joseph Mallord William Turner The fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up

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Pog-a-grodle-fig!’
Miss Flitworth sat in her kitchen.
Outside, she could hear the despondent clanking as Ned Simnel and his apprentice picked up the tangled remains of the Combination Harvester. A handful of other people were theoretically helping, but were really taking the opportunity to have a good look around. She’d made a tray of tea, and left them to it.
Now she sat with her chin in her hands, staring at nothing. There was a knock at the open door. Spigot poked his red face it’ll be cheap to feed.’
Spigot hung around for a while, twisting his hat in his hands.
‘You all right. Miss Flitworth?’
‘You all right, Mr Poons?’
Windle stared at nothing.
‘Windle?’ said Reg Shoe.
‘Hmm?’into the room.‘Please, Miss Flitworth -‘‘Hmm?’‘Please, Miss Flitworth, there’s a skeleton of a horse walking around in the barn! It’s eating hay!’‘How?’‘And it’s all falling through!’‘Really? We’ll keep it, then. At least