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Scotch Missed

by Philip J. Lees

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After three days’ drilling through the ice they could see enough of the cadaver to confirm their earlier readings: it was human. It had rested here since the twenty-first century, when the glaciers slid back over northern Europe, including this part of what was once west coastal Scotland.

The next day the speculation started.

“Maybe he was some kind of shaman,” Parker surmised. Around the corpse, trapped in the ice, were dozens of snakes, varying in size, but all with a zigzag pattern along their backs.

“No!” Davidson said. “It’s obvious. Can’t you see? It’s old MacDonald’s adder farm.”

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© Copyright Philip J. Lees 2006