THE ARISTOTLES

‘Somewhere in England, at the foot of the South Downs in the County of Sussex, is a village where the Aristotles live.’ …. Or at least they used to, at the beginning of the World, when everything was new; before the arrival of the young man we, today, refer to as Father Time. In those early days, only the Wind knew whom the Aristotles were. Who are, or were, the Aristotles? Well! They are a fun-loving community of Sheep, who, when they are not being Sheep, climb the hill and lift into the air—despite the enormous picnic they have just eaten—and go sailing, just like the Clouds they resemble. When they are not behaving like Clouds, the Aristotles live peaceably and Sheep-like in their village; where they eat, every day: three Breakfasts, a mid morning Snack, Brunch, three Lunches, Tea (and what a Tea it is!), followed by High Tea, Supper, and a Late-Night Snack to carry them through until morning (dreaming the while of Food)… when the ritual begins again. Consume the hungry details!