Henge

The Communicator. Hooked into the living earth. Feels every vibration and tremor in near and distant lands. Knows every wound the earth has sustained at the hands of man. Returns a healing force to all desolate and broken places.

His Grace decided one day that he must have a bird scarer of some kind, so he summoned his Estate manager and told him to get something knocked together and put in the north field.

"I don't care what it is, " said the Duke "As long as it does the job"

The Estate manager then told his foreman and the foreman told the blacksmith, and the blacksmith told himself he would give his Grace something to think about because he didn't like him, and anything that would get up his nose he was in favour of.

The blacksmith went off to his workshop and spent several hours hammering and banging and clattering about, coming out from time to time to inspect the junk pile, and going back to his bench with yet another strange looking piece of God knows what.

In the middle of the afternoon the racket ceased and the double doors opened. Out chugged a tractor with a trailer behind. It swung into the lane and headed for the north field.

A crane lowered the thing into place and the blacksmith hammered home four great spikes he has welded to the feet to prevent it being blown over in high winds.

"Well, lets see how his Grace likes you", said the blacksmith, surveying his creation with pride and a fair bit of mischeviousness.

But his Grace did like it, and his posh friends liked it, much to the surprise and annoyance of the blacksmith. They brought Champagne and strawberries and toasted it, talked to it, walked round and round it, and behaved just like Aristocracy.

"But it needs a name", said Lady Beatrice-Farquar-Whatever.

"You're right " said the Duke "What do you suggest?"

Lady B thought for a moment and then walked over and planted a wet kiss on a Massey-Ferguson headlight.

"I name thee Henge " she announced, pouring Champagne all over the bodywork.

"Bravo" shouted the Duke "But why Henge?"

"Just came into my head" said Lady B "But he looks like a Henge don't you think?"

And Henge it was.

Admired by all Henge was very happy on the Estate and settled down contentedly in the north field.

It was several weeks before he realised he had a great responsibility, and a great gift. The four long spikes thrust deep into the ground had been telling him of things far away, and it was time to act.

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