nny | can't sleep. Spam will get me.

This is still one of my favourite things I've ever written, for the record.

:D

"I'm Brian."

"Er. Johnny."

"I know, Adam said. I said Adam said. Didn't I say? He said I was supposed to look for you in the tree in the graveyard, and you only have one tree. 'slike Tadfield, only we have loads of trees and only one lamp-post. Don't suppose lamp-posts get lonely, though."

"So trees get lonely?"

"Dunno. Maybe. Not in Tadfield they don't - we've got loads, I said. And we've got cows, too, but they don't really use the lamp-post."

"Maybe cows can see in the dark," said Johnny, more than a little bemused, now. They were wandering in the direction of Blackbury town centre, now, Brian occasionally kicking at clods of dirt and puffing dust all over himself.

"Could do. They might eat carrots."

"My mum's always going on about rabbits getting in the carrots," he added, helpfully, dancing out of the way of a fountain of dirt that the other boy'd managed to create. "Maybe she only thinks it's rabbits, and it's really cows. I always thought cows looked a bit sneaky, like they know more'n they're saying."

"I'm gonna tell my mum that," Brian said, thoughtfully. "She always blames the holes in the hedges on me 'n' Wensley 'n' Adam 'n' Pepper, but it's not our fault if it's cows. Stands to reason it's not our fault if we only use the holes after the cows've made them."

(Also? I miss you, Spam.)