After a few years reading, learning,watching all the goings on on seabreeze only recently looked at the ABOUT heading. Great story. 
Oliver's questions about mortality and the meaning of life were answered on the way
home from the pub. Rendered almost invisible by the heavy rain and the
Grumplestilt skin cape the driver had little warning of his presence. As Rob backed the
heavy refrigerated Laurie out from Laceys Lane he felt a slight bump. He hesitated for a moment
then became distracted as his favorite song “the Logman” come on the radio. he
turned it up and whistling along turned the truck for home and a welcome beer.
Doggie was inconsolable. He lay on the kerb for days before a kind neighbor
MrSpaggiari was able to coax him in for some food. Each night Spaggiari would wander
out with a Torch checking on the dog. If he couldn't make it he would send the
boarder Paul
Felix the cat was sent to an animal shelter where he was accidentally placed in a
cage labelled Gay cats by Rob Dog the attendant. For some reason rob had little time
for cats. Later Felix was listed to be adopted by Farmer Jed
who had major mice problems on the farm.
all you need to do now is write a hit kids story/song and retire on the royalties
nice work elbeau!
The police investigated the accident but due to a lack of witnesses little could be
done. A few photo's of the scene (using Reflex Film of course) and a report was
logged. Chief inspector Caran Toc wondered if it was a result of a Fatwa. There were
numerous different cultures in the area and being Mongolian himself, he knew it was a
possibility. The truck had hit the victim in wet weather like an aquaplow destroying
nearly all the evidence. All that remained were body parts and remnants of a strange
animal skin. Inspector Toc scratched his head. He wasn't by nature a Worrier but
something here didn't add up. Toc surveyed the scene quietly humming to himself. It
was a habit he had picked up from Sergeant Elmo.It helped him relax and think.“Do
the Logman” he softly sang. There was a maxm in law that stated you should
never……before he could finish the thought a blow came from behind. ”BYF”!! Toc
staggered away then collapsed into the doorway of the CMC building. Later he was to
say he had never even seen who did it. With his speech slurred from the blow to the head
it sounded more like “nebbian seen him”
Sergeant Elmo looked out through the car window. With Toc in hospital it had fallen to
him to carry on the investigation. His V8 powered Snorton Special pursuit car was
parked outside the CMC building. Surveillance was generally a mind numbing task for the
most part. Elmo had been there for hours now and little of consequence had happened.
A drunk Scotsman had annoyed him for awhile brandishing a package containing a new
kilt and shouting “Ok a nui”!!. He then threw his old kilt in the bin and wandered off.
Strange, thought Elmo?
There was no Russh. Elmo chewed on a Sausage and fiddled with the window winder.
First he wound it up a bit, then he used the Down Winder. A group of people, obviously
migrants passed by the car. Do you speak Inglesia he asked eleven times? Getting no
reply he finally gave up? “Puppet on a string” by Sandie shaw played on the radio as a
Poodle trotted past. Boring thought Elmo. I could do with a Wine man. I'm gunna one
day get out of this caper.
Hopping out of the car he walked up the street past the O'Riley barber shop till he
reached the Angi Pangi Pudding and Pie shop. Two Piros later he watched as a group
of Airheads came down the road singing “Do the Logman” at the top of their voices..
They came to a sudden Crash Landing when two local vigilantes appeared.
“Behave yourself” said Richo.
His wingman Choco smiled a grim threat..
”This is a family neighbourhood" warned Richo. David the leader of the singers looked
at them and lowered his gaze.
“We just wanted to use a toilet” he mumbled.
“Okay David. John's down that alley” indicated Richo.
“Use it then move on”
Elmo nodded in approval. They had met their Waterloo.
He swung on his heel and headed back to the Snorton.
As he left a big Laurie pulled up outside the Pie shop.
I want some of what you are on.
Correction! To be that witty and funny you can only be on the ball. Where is that ball?
On the corner pocket or the middle, in the rough or on the green?
Who cares, just keep chasing it. It is a dead set crack up.
Rob the driver left the radio on as he jumped from the truck. He was famished and
looking forward to an Angi Pangi pie but first he had to do something. Turning down
the alley he headed for the toilets. A group of revellers were in there but Rob didn't
need to go. He just needed to wash his hands.
Meanwhile back at the truck a Beatles song was coming to an end on the radio. “I
wake up to the sound of music” sang Paul just as Oliver did exactly that. Looking
round in horror he screamed and bounding to his feet threw himself out of the back of
the truck. Straight into the arms of sergeant Elmo.
Rob having given his hands a good scrub came back up the alley to get his pie. Life was
good he thought as he whistled “Do The Logman”
Elmo had had a flash of inspiration. The amount of damage done to the body
indicated a heavy vehicle was involved. The only heavy vehicle that regularly came
to the area was the one now parked outside the Pie shop. It could be seen often
as the driver carried furniture for people moving house. On Fridays it was usually at
the local hospital where the driver did a pickup.
Elmo approached the truck noticing the driver seat was empty but the radio was still
on. As he neared the rear of the laurie he heard a scream and a dishevelled man
emerged and threw himself off the back.
Just then Elmo heard the sound of someone whistling "The Logman" and Rob came
around the corner. The three men looked at each other.
You're both under arrest said Elmo.
Back at the station Oliver explained what had happened.
Leaving the pub he had drawn the cape over himself as protection from the rain. He
was watching as a heavy truck reversed down Laceys lane when he had been
startled by a flash of something moving quickly from the side. Driven mad by the
scent of Grumplestilt the black and white dog had jumped the fence. Quickly
weighing up his options Oliver hurled the cape at the dog and leapt for the back of
the truck. Hauling himself up he tumbled into the back landing on something wet and
squishy. Looking down he reeled back in horror. The truck was loaded with body
parts. He threw some of them away from him in terror then as the alcohol and shock
took over he collapsed.
As he lost consciousness a sudden recognition of his own mortality came to him and
he realised that the meaning of life was……..
The matter was soon sorted out. Rob the driver explained how he carried furniture
during the week but on Fridays he was contracted to the hospital. There he would pick
up the body parts from amputations carried out during the week. He then delivered
them to the morgue. On that particular night he had dropped in to see a poor relative
and hadn't made it to the morgue. He had decided to wait till Monday only to find it
was a public holiday. This explained why the body parts were still on board.
How often art reflects life thought Elmo. As he listened to the stories it occurred to
him how much the whole thing sounded like a popular song he had heard recently.
The lyrics of “Do the Logman” where amazingly similar to what he had just heard from
Oliver and Rob. The body parts in the back of the truck, the black and white dog, The
grumplestilt skin cape. Extraordinary coincidence he thought.
Oliver returned home to be reunited with an ecstatic Doggie and a strangely subdued
Felix. Resolving to live his life to the full he switched on the telly to check the weather
only to find a special was on. 2Dogs at the Hollywood Bowl. I like one of their songs
thought Oliver and he settled into his chair. I'll watch this first, then do something he
decided.
that was bloody brilliant. Unsure of your full time job, but you definately have a talent for writing. 
keep up the great threads.
…Across town Rob was watching the same broadcast. JimBob Mcboilygroin the 2dogs
lead singer stepped up to the microphone and announced the title of their next song.
“This is probably one of our favourites. The lyrics are a real comment on
contemporary society. I woke up one morning and the tune was in my head. After
that the lyrics just seemed to write themselves” he said. ,
Turning to the band he called “one, two, three, and four” then quietly launched into
the gentle opening bars of “Do the Logman”. The crowd erupted. Waving cigarette
lighters they roared their approval.
“Bodies parts stacked in the back of a truck”
“black and white dog running amok”
“Soft as the fur of a Grumblestilt buck”
“Do the Logman” .....crooned JimBob
“Big truck backing down a lonely lane”
“Someone coming from the pub again”
“Better bring a mac it looks like rain”
“Do the Logman” ......sang the crowd with gusto
I love this song thought Rob. They just don't write them like this anymore. Such
tightlines
I'm with Cisco, can you send me express post what youv'e been tak'n, all I want to know is does Oliver get laid?
