The beast on the grass…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s instruction is to peel back the clear transparent film from the two domed stainless steel lids and discard it; squeeze a small amount of yellow grease from sachet (provided) and rub it slowly between finger and thumb, sniff it (it should smell of freshly boiled carrots) and then smear it over the four projecting brass nozzles marked ‘A’, ‘B’, ‘C’ and ‘D’ on the lower curve of the sump, be careful not to smear any of it on the spigot marked ‘M-39’. Switch on the mains power and place the palm of a hand over the central glass globe ‘W’ – you should be aware of a gentle warmth and hear the sound of distant voices sweetly singing…
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Well, I am tempted to waffle on at length about this photograph, I could easily do a thousand words on it… but then, it is a picture… and according to the old saying… (Picture)

I think I’d better try to keep it fairly short:
This quick snap is packed full of drama though, don’t you think?
I’m glad I waited until the pavement cyclist zoomed into shot before I clicked – what with our friend the croc. being so horizontal across the bottom of the frame, but balanced by the yob on his little bike wobbling off into the distance like that – he does tie the composition together rather nicely.
My word, that grass looks lush and verdant, even possibly fecund – making the most of it before the Dulltown Council comes round with their noisy grass cutter. I think this picture was taken about a year ago.
Is this a ‘crime scene’ – or is Mr Croc just having a jolly good roll around on the grass like a cute puppy?
Oh, look at him grin and chortle!…