Bill kept hens. One night he had two stolen. The next night he stayed up in the hen shed with his friend Joe to wait for the thieves. After they had been waiting for a short time a storm blew up and the shed started swaying in the wind. After an hour’s waiting, Joe, fed up, announced that he was going home, saying, “They’ll not come to-night, Bill.” He stepped out of the shed and found himself on a motor-lorry moving slowly along a country lane. They were taking the shed, ton.
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Greymouth Evening Star, 17 August 1933, Page 8
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