Yesterday morning a strange field was discovered in the middle of a farmer's crop circle. The crop circle, belonging to Farmer B. Rownian-Motion, was just an ordinary everyday
crop-circle until the farmer hapazardly stumbled into the field.
"It weren't 'ere yesterday loike," he said in a cultured West Country accent with just a hint of Spanish and maybe a touch of Italian in there too considering the way he avoided the word 'murder'.
He showed me the field, which was 400 acres large and had a few dozen sheep and cows grazing blissfully about it.
"What good is me crop circle now ? It's gonna be trampled to nowt while city-folk come an gawp at this field!"
The farmer's wife and children joined us. I asked his wife out for a date.
"Oh," she blushed. "Go on then. I've never seen a camera as big as that before!"