Dogs from Paris, Kentucky by Conquistadors Of Love

I always liked the story of the shepherd near Aix-en-Provence
He was taking his dog to kill him
He used to kill them by hanging
When they are 8 years old they no longer interested themselves in sheep
And as bread is dear you cannot keep a dog who is not interested in his trade
They know that at eight years of age
He will stop being interested in tending sheep
And so with tears streaming from his eyes
Off he goes to hang him

There is another nice story of a dog in Aix-en-Provence
there was a girl in a café who was very fond of a dog
Who used to come there regularly with a man
And she regularly gave him a lump of sugar
One day the man came in without the dog and said
The dog was dead
The girl had the lump of sugar in her hand and when she heard the dog was dead
Tears came to her eyes and
She ate the lump of sugar
And it goes something like this:

The woman at the market who sells butter and cheese
Always used
Before the war
Always used to come in a wagon drawn by a white horse
And now there was war
Horses had been requisitioned
And she came in an old automobile
Madame Chaboux bought her butter and cheese
And asked if all the family were well
And the butter-woman began to drop tears on the cheese
All she said except Kiki
But they have not taken Kiki said Madame Chaboux
Oh but they have was the answer
He was twenty years old
The good horse Kiki
But he did not look his age
He always appeared youthful and so when they were taking horses
We had no proof he was twenty
But he was twenty and he used to put his head out of the stable
Just opposite to my kitchen
And we used to talk together and my husband says it is nothing
But he is suffering and the children when we go out
They say where is Kiki Vincent
Will he come back
And of course although he looked so young he was twenty
And of course he will not come back
Madame Chaboux said that if she had his number she would
See if he could be found
Perhaps he had not gone far
So she went to see the captain with the number
7
3
7
2
6
And underneath written Kiki on a piece of paper
And there were two horses there that had not gone yet
But they had a different number
And she had their numbers too on a piece of paper
7
2
9
4
3
and
7
4
0
5
6
but they were not Kiki
The captain said if he had only known in time he could have saved Kiki
But now Kiki was gone

Somewhere in space
The final frontier
A large number ticks higher
Concrete paving stones turn to liquid
The thirteenth driver awaits us
Liquid concrete turns back into concrete paving stones
Thus is life
Thus is dogs
A circle
A square
One and the same
For it shall be now
For it shall be always
And so you see, my child
This is how it is
Now
Where we are
In this economy
One cannot afford to be unlucid
Unlucidity being defined as the state of not being in a state of lucidity
Back to the bean field with you, my child
Back to the bean field indeed
Supper is ready, and I fear you will miss it

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