“And now ladies and gentlemen, our next item, ‘A vessel,‘ painted by I. M. Juoekin. Who’ll start at five hundred pounds, anyone?”
“That’s a feckin’ shoppin’ cart mate!” the Australian next to me said, his accint almost getting the better of him.
“Are you making a bid, sir?” came the frosty voice back from the podium.
Too feckin right I am, ten pounds, ye pommie baasterd!” the Australian said, loudly.
“If you’d looked carefully, sir,” said Frosty, “you’dve seen a hand with paintbrush sticking up from the sand painting the cart.”
“Hand, whose hand?” sneered Aussie.
“The painter’s, sir.”
“Nobody knows. He was never seen again.”
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