V.I.P.-part three Short story

[Bassim]

Dear people.
Please would you proofread the third part of my short story.

The town was in a remote part of the country. Situated in a valley between high mountains, it was a place which had not often been visited by the strangers. Its only contact with the rest of the country was a narrow and twisty road which could be dangerous, especially in the winter. One could see many wreaths along the road which had been witnessing about the drivers who had underestimated the danger. A moment of an inattention and the vehicle would plunge down the deep precipice killing everyone inside.
The mainly source of the economy had been the wood industry. There were large areas of oak, maple and beech trees. From early hours of the morning one could have heard the sound of chain saws and trimming machines. The timber had been transported all over the country and the rest stayed in the town. There was a small, but successful furniture factory. At least people of the town had not needed to take a trip to other places to buy furniture.

They had their own bakery which made delicious bread according to inhabitants and a few butcheries which could have satisfied all demands. Beside other shops, there were three which were specialised in honey. According to the statistics people of the town ate ten times more honey then the rest of the country. It had been rumoured that because of honey men of the town were especially virile and well-hung, but that had never been scientifically proven.

The remoteness of the area had spared the town and its citizens of the war and destructions. While at the same time their neighbours suffered year after year from all kind of wars and confrontations the town itself had been living a peaceful life as if it were on another planet. However, this lack of exterior violence had not left them without interior conflicts. As in all other human societies one could have always find in this little place individuals who wanted to govern over the other or plotted against each other. There was an old town's saying that old people used to tell to their grandchildren, "One human is nice, two means a problem and three humans means an everlasting trouble."

Now and then, people got into a fight with each other, but soon everything would be all right. Two policemen had not so much work and usually they were spending their time in some of the pubs chatting with their owners. There was also a local prison where they had been keeping citizens who committed small offences. One of the offences was sex with an animal, usually a sheep or a goat. The new local government had banned sex with animals despite many protests from the lonely and ugly men who complained that because of their ugliness no woman was ready to sacrifice herself and they had been forced to find the easiest solution. But the new local government was adamant, telling them that they could not risk the quality of meat and the cheese production because of their deviant sexuality.

There had been two political parties, The People's Right Party or PRP and the People's Left Party or PLP. These two parties had been governing the town since decades and there had always been rivalry between them. Not a single decision on the municipal council had been passed without hours if not days of tiresome and at times very heated discussions.

The leader of the People's Right Party was a man in his sixties, with a large head and a bulging stomach. He could not have imagine a day without drinking some glass of Vodka and two or three sausages.
As in a contrast to him, the leader of the People's Left Party was a vegetarian and had been keeping himself small and fit. He was in his fifties but was looking much younger.
These two men like their parties had been living in a strange symbiosis. They did not like each other but they were dependent on each other.

To be continued...

[RonBee]

The town was in a remote part of the country. Situated in a valley between high mountains, it was a place which had not often been visited by the strangers. Its only contact with the rest of the country was a narrow and twisty road which could be dangerous, especially in the winter.

The town was in a remote part of the country. Situated in a valley between high mountains, it was a place which had not often been visited by strangers. Its only contact with the rest of the country was a narrow and twisty road which could be dangerous, especially in winter.

[RonBee]

One could see many wreaths along the road which had been witnessing about the drivers who had underestimated the danger. A moment of an inattention and the vehicle would plunge down the deep precipice killing everyone inside.

Along the road one could see many wreaths (dedicated to the memory of the dead)--silent testimony to the danger. A moment of an inattention and vehicle would plunge down the deep precipice killing everyone inside.

[RonBee]

The mainly source of the economy had been the wood industry. There were large areas of oak, maple and beech trees. From early hours of the morning one could have heard the sound of chain saws and trimming machines. The timber had been transported all over the country and the rest stayed in the town. There was a small, but successful furniture factory. At least people of the town had not needed to take a trip to other places to buy furniture.

The main driver of the economy was the timber industry. There were large areas of oak, maple and beech trees nearby. From the early hours of the morning one could hear the sound of chain saws and trimming machines. The timber was transported all over the country, but of course some stayed in the area. There was a small local furniture factory that was very busy. There was no need for the townspeople to go anywhere else to buy furniture.

[RonBee]

They had their own bakery which made delicious bread according to inhabitants and a few butcheries which could have satisfied all demands. Beside other shops, there were three which were specialised in honey. According to the statistics people of the town ate ten times more honey then the rest of the country. It had been rumoured that because of honey men of the town were especially virile and well-hung, but that had never been scientifically proven.

They had their own bakery which made delicious bread according to the inhabitants and a few butcheries which satisfied all local demands for meat. Besides other shops, there were three which specialised in honey. According to statistics, people of the town ate ten times more honey per person than people in the rest of the country. It had been rumoured that because of the honey men of the town were especially virile and well-hung, but that had never been scientifically proven.

Hm.

[RonBee]

Correction:

A moment of an inattention and a vehicle would plunge down the deep precipice killing everyone inside.