Where we grew up the local school was about a mile away across a 100 acre river flat and river. Our wool shed was a couple hundred metres from the house, and the river flats were used as holding paddocks for shearing. I can remember coming home from school one day and racing over to the wool shed as we were shearing. The old man was talking to the shears on their break saying that he had had a phone call at lunch time from the local head master saying that he found the old mans use of language offensive, and that all the swearing and cursing within ear shot of the school needed to stop. The old man told the head master he couldn't understand what the problem was, and if he wanted to name one of his dogs 'Jesus' and the other one 'Christ' that it was his prerogative and hung up.
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