then there was the day my grandfather emptied the can/ buried the contents…
(before my time, but a legend often repeated at family funerals)
cousins came to visit the farm and were playing chasey…
my uncles hurdled a fence into another paddock, then veered left…
cousins in hot pursuit travelled in a more direct line, landing in “that” burial site
——-
and no… there is nothing more disgusting than a can imo
if you can’t build a long-drop,
everyone should have their own spot in a paddock
