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I Fought The Law and the Law Won



One day Robert and I were walking downtown when we came upon a burning building. It was sheer mayhem with tons of people watching the goings on. I turned to Robert and our conversation went like this:

Robert: Oh my God. What should we call this then?

Me: A herd of heroes?

Robert: Not quite.

Me: An army of ambulance drivers?

Robert: Good guess.

Me: A mob of medics?

Robert: Not what I was going for.

Me: A flange of firefighters.

Robert: That too.

Me: A  flock of fuzz?

Robert: Close.

Me:A band of men and women in blue?

Robert: You're getting warm.

Me: Not a parliament of police?

Robert: No.

Me: a draft of detectives?

Robert: Warmer.

Me: And their congregation of cars?

Robert: What?

Me: Okay, okay, how about a litter of lieutenants?

Robert: Nope.

Me: Okay, then a scattering of sergeants.

Robert: Sorry.

Me: Okay my last guess: A pack of privates?

Robert You're way off.

Me: Okay smart guy, what then?

Robert: Why it's a copse of cops!


The prompt from the people at Sudio30+ was copse/grove this week. I stretched the meaning of the clue with this group of groups.



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