Dick In The Butty — Complete

Barnaby was the kind of man who took his lunch seriously. Every day at precisely noon, he would retreat to a quiet corner of the village green with a heavy-duty cooler and a flask of tea. Barnaby was a traditionalist, and in his part of the world, there was no meal more sacred than the butty.

As he prepared to take his first bite, a shadow fell over his bench. It was Richard, known to everyone in the village as "Dick." Dick was a retired sea captain with a beard like a briar patch and a personality that was equally prickly. He was also notoriously hungry. dick in the butty

Dick popped the morsel into his mouth, chewed with theatrical appreciation, and nodded. "Needs more butter, but it'll do. Cheers, Barnaby." Barnaby was the kind of man who took his lunch seriously

"There," Barnaby said. "A piece of the butty for Dick. Now, will you let a man eat in peace?" As he prepared to take his first bite,

"Right then, Barnaby," Dick boomed, hovering over the bench. "That’s a fine-looking specimen you’ve got there."