Albert Scrim (after going quite mad) made a deal with Mister J. L. Haddock to buy his fruits and wares from the man with the tuck-pot under his left-most eye. He bought leaf-kale and cabbage by the fronds, kippers’ tails and eels’ stomach poached in brine and cumin, yesterday’s stale tarts and tortes and pies made from Melba and beetroot quiver. Said Albert Scrim to Mister J. L. Haddock on Main ‘It’s a sad day indeed when a muck runs a fowl and the sky reneges on its promise of rain and cobbler’.
