Fun Farm 2

Chapter and Verse of all the work involved. The work is the manuscripts for your edification that I have submitted and made a series of stories which were written by the author.

When thoughts begin then the questions are answered before it did not have enough answers. I am stranded by emotional upheaval but something clicked last night at four in the morning I knew the answer to something the deaths of the kids in the family. Then there are the poisoning the reasons the reasons.

"Do not throw stones at us we will stone you instead."

“We do not know?”

My truth is not like yours we see from different lenses. I am seeking to shed light on all murders the tiresome as I am they did me harm as they would have done the killers. Inside the families, they destroyed each other because they had no means of supporting each other. This means-tested social security is nowhere in Cyprus.

“So the mafia ceased control?”

The thing is mafia moves stealthily and they mix well within the bounds. They are not like me standing out. I am seen a mile off.

"My father was a teacher he taught English literature."

"When one of his students got pregnant,"

"I did not,"

"But he had."

Most of them do similar jobs.

"We are white collars working daily and we do not need your disapproval."

They deal with teenagers and mostly give them cocaine to cart. Amongst other things.

"Dog be quiet."

"I quit I am going back to Cyprus,"

When the mafia gets close then one realizes who the man or woman is. They wear nice cool clothes. They drive nicer cars in bigger households and if they shoot the dog they do not seek help.

I am tormented by facts.

“The reason was this how the deals are struck in there in there with the whole truth.”

“How the slaves are rounded up, money the tight money and if the slaves are white then they can become Brits or others. The whole deal is this if a woman works as a secretary for 11 pounds and the shopkeepers are asking 60 or 50 what can a slave trader do but give credit?

“The problem is how does a slave trader know?”

“Gossip,”

“Then the most gossip the trust in me is this if a woman is out and around she can’t do anything but speak,”

“So what did it matter to these women starving?”

“I have kids they are needy of food sir.”

“I have to buy clothes too.”

“I have to buy furniture,”

“The landlord is demanding rent,”

“You see?”

“No- Blind.”

“The whole thing was when the child was poisoned by her mother this knowledge came expensively at the cost of that kid so behave the dear reader must behave because if they do not that child would have died in vain.”

“How dare you say that the thing is a reader is ruthless.”

“I am behind times,”

The whole day began well as well the day is sunny and good and there was not much outside but a seriously ill woman waiting for people too. I am walking still and we chat then say good and then I realize she is boring and so I am too.

The silly advert about alarms is doing nothing but ding and dong.

I have dug so much dirt yet I can’t communicate the poisoned child was a twin she drank the drink meant for me. I do not mean to be anything but be a writer to communicate to the world what went wrong in Cyprus that has spiraled to the world.

The thoughts did not occur to me what was the reason behind the poisoning I thought she just did not like me. But the money she had also told me an important fact about Cyprus the common wage the living wage and then she spat out her dream of sleepwalking of behaving badly and to do that she needed money.

I pretended to understand but did not.

“I understand,”

The six-year-old child did. So she said this nice lady must not die as she is nice. I did not realize what she meant when she drank the poison I was stranded wondering why they were so silent in the kitchen as I was there for lunch.

When some time later I heard that the child had died I was astonished and sad so very sad.

God does not understand the new mafia they do not always kill quickly they sometimes kill slowly they pretend they are fasting but my own slow deafness is showing I am telling too many secrets and the dye has been cast.

I am slowly growing to be a problem. I know this I know it is just nothing personal but nothing will make me approve of the death or killing of a child. The long list of claimants at the social clubs and the social security do agree in public but not in private.

You see as long as we do not have it ourselves we can turn a blind eye on the others.

I believe we do nothing of the sort.

We welcome all the wars in the world but when it is within?

“This is too serious I am leaving.”

“The door is always open,”

“Have a nicer day than I had.”

I pull the veil again from the past. But eruptions happen as if erupting from the ground. The vigil is now over I am seeking the truth many truths that come from the sewers. The answer is that I did not know what to do and the mafia came after me.

I tried to accept the facts.

My confused life is overrated and the people think of things as if the whole story is mine I thought nobody else was involved until kids and old people began to die. The useless the ones who were a burden on the money.

The empty homes without shelling.

The peas and the emptiness of the shelling of the peas and then the gossip and how if someone left some things in there will ask for the answer there in the house inside the home where things can go wrong and nobody knows.

The beliefs the confusions and the deals that went the older people were thrown out into the streets and told to starve. They would die in the streets.

The many stories told by Zeks gave me the creeps as she said she would never do a will leaving stuff to her kids because the same thing may happen to her.

We lived in her shade and she did not mean to destroy growth as she got sicker and sicker the shade became an ambush. The tree grew and grew until it created a stormy gnarled forest and the forest made me sick as I began to suffocate.

I began to see through the forest.

At night listening to them speak.

I heard stuff not meant for my ears and that made me confused.

When a child as I was hears such stuff and then goes to school to be told that the world is full of promises and goodness the child reacts by rejecting her teaching.

I became rejected from society and then from my family because the rejection happened slowly as I became an adult. I did not matter to anyone because the abuse went and life took a turn for the worse it wore me down. The thing was everyone was happy except me. Many benefited from their life of crime. I could never do such a thing.

I fought and fought and then made life mine and did nothing.

I was going to behave better than them.

I left it too late to explain the very story deaths happened thefts happened and they did each other proud. Each other's witnesses and then what did it do multiple killings all explained. Much ado about everything but they will deny it all and who can blame them? For some, it is not even on their minds or conscience they forget as they all live happily for the killings.

“We like insects live on the bodies of death,” Zeks said.

Ouch this is such bad stuff do have a cup of tea and some scones and when you finish you will realize life is better and that it is nothing scary. Just remember other countries are not so lucky.

“With or without jam does not matter,”

“From Cornwall or Devon is meaningless as long as you have something.”

My scorching desires left me as I grew cold with the fears and then I left this apathy behind and the designs on my character shook me. The trading standards officer is that life is not like I said it was. I am so sorry to unsettle the law-abiding citizens and their wish list but the stuff of nightmares are such as this. The indifferent public and the victim and witness I am such a cow to be telling you all what to think.

“So what did your work involve?”

“I am an observer.”

Seeing them all go mad made me join them. I seen it all and to see all means I know it all. Nobody likes a know-all. See I am just waiting.