The Taxman Cometh

Normally when someone fails to pay their taxes "they" send you a letter, but when a whole district fails to pay they send out the TAXMAN. So it was with the district of TRIPE-ON-WOLD and its scheming little inhabitants.

It was another boring day in the office, boring that is until my boss Mr. Loslung entered and dropped a pile of pink folders onto my desk, followed by a growl of "Sort it!"

The folders contained the entire tax records of the folk of Tripe-On-Wold, with the records of the six biggest offenders clearly marked in bright red pen. These famous six had taken the art of tax-evasion beyond the scope of mortal man and had now developed it to an award-winning standard. They had dreamt up schemes and ideas that would have booked them a place on the Olympic team if "tax evasion" had been a participating sport.

A quick read through the files only served to confirm my innermost feelings; this was going to be one heck of a task. I would have to deal with the likes of HALFPINT, LOFTY, TOPPER and ODSOK, not to mention the likes of PHOEBE and JEFF. But in my "heart of hearts" I knew I was capable of doing just that. Provided there vas a favourable wind and some dry weather.