Every turn you make …. Shit, shit, and more shit.
Little hard raisens of fresh brown sheep shit …. huge steaming pats of green cow shit. Even the gentry farmers are sympathetically dressed in brown and green…… Tweeds.
They must go to their tailors and say, “I want to look like shit.”
Don`t take Mecannylad`s word for it. Come and see for yourself…. but mind where you step.