I've always wanted a Village Idiot.
I mean, we used to hear about them, but in the 20th and 21st century there was a distinct shortage. But here in 19th Century Wessex... I mean!
Anyway, Tommy Leaf was looking for something to do. And I was in need of employing an idiot. So it's sorted.
But for a good sixpence a day, Leaf gets to hang over the gates around the place with a straw in his mouth. For falling into a ditch in a particularly impressive way, he can earn himself a shilling. And he's got a lovely voice as well. Shame he looks so odd.
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