April 15, 2013

The trial balloon floated over the rooftops of London. The judge asked the jury if they had reached a verdict.

The jury foreman replied, ‘Yes, Your Honor, we find the defendant guilty.’

‘Right,’ said the judge. ‘Bailiff, do your duty.’

The bailiff grabbed the defendant by scruff of neck and seat of pants and flung him from the basket.

‘Who’s for tea then?’ said the judge.

A song of good fellowship rang out from the balloon, causing the populace below to look up. A few of the bolder pedestrians joined in on the chorus.

The balloon drifted from sight and, eventually, from mind.

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