A plane crashed in the middle of rural Wales.
Panic stricken, the local Police mobilized and descended on the farm in force.
When they got there, the disaster was clear.
The aircraft was totally destroyed with only a burned hulk left smoldering in a tree line that bordered a farm.
Panic stricken, the local Police mobilized and descended on the farm in force.
When they got there, the disaster was clear.
The aircraft was totally destroyed with only a burned hulk left smoldering in a tree line that bordered a farm.
The Bobby and his men entered the smoking mess but could find no remains of anyone.
They spotted a lone farmer plowing a field not too far away as if nothing had happened.
They hurried over to the man's tractor.
"Dai," the Bobby yelled, panting and out of breath. "Did you see this terrible accident happen?".
"Yes. Sure did." the farmer mumbled unconcernedly, cutting off the tractor's engine.
"Do you realize that is the airplane of the Prime Minister of England?"
"Yes."
"Were there any survivors?"
"No. They's all kilt straight out," the farmer answered. "I done buried them all myself. Took me most of the morning.."
"David Cameron is dead?" the Bobby shouted.
"Well," the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor. "He kept a-saying he wasn't... But you know how bad that son of a bitch lies."
They spotted a lone farmer plowing a field not too far away as if nothing had happened.
They hurried over to the man's tractor.
"Dai," the Bobby yelled, panting and out of breath. "Did you see this terrible accident happen?".
"Yes. Sure did." the farmer mumbled unconcernedly, cutting off the tractor's engine.
"Do you realize that is the airplane of the Prime Minister of England?"
"Yes."
"Were there any survivors?"
"No. They's all kilt straight out," the farmer answered. "I done buried them all myself. Took me most of the morning.."
"David Cameron is dead?" the Bobby shouted.
"Well," the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor. "He kept a-saying he wasn't... But you know how bad that son of a bitch lies."
