Chumf awoke next to a Vietnamese farmer called “Chop De Barley”, he had no recollection of how he got there, why he was naked except a straw hat? and more alarmingly why this small Oriental man was kissing his upper arm whilst still asleep ?
Chumf slid out of the bed trying his best not to wake his farmer bed mate, he stepped into his now creased red chiffon dress, thoughts raced through his head..
Had he?
Would he ?
Did he?
Nah he wouldn’t, but no doubt in his red dress the night before, Chumf had seemed as feminine and seductive as any other female to this love starved little agriculturist, Chumf's plan was always to infiltrate Chop De Barley’s quarters, but to end up sleeping in same bed as him was certainly beyond the call of duty, but he had gained the information required, in the end that is always all that really matters.
Now he headed back to the centre of Wangpong, tipping the taxi drivers 4 lobbiedozers he found in his red matching handbag.Chumf was quite a sight, now less his wig and resorted to trainers as a pose to high heels, He met his female accomplice… “Laughing Harri” in a small tea room used mostly by the small number of middle class Wangpongians.
Laughing Harri looked pleased to see him…..
“love the dress Chumf”
“I love it too harri… I love it too…! “ winking as he downed his frog tea!!!
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