Ashburton Dog's Bubble Tail Bewitches and Bewilders Locals
Local puppy's soap bubble tail threatens Ashburton's artisanal market economy.
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Local puppy's soap bubble tail threatens Ashburton's artisanal market economy.
Enormous rogue ball brings new definition to 'car boot sale' on main street.
Pharmacy's beauty aisle host to a wave and a whisper of mystery and moisturiser.
Aro Valley site trades tools for pies — progress redefined.
Owner says dog's a "real killer" despite snooze-heavy tactics.
New World's delivery message prompts laughter over intended practicality.
The motion was tabled, untabled, then tabled again by a councillor who hadn't read it.
The route, three kilometres of poor decisions, has been described by the runner as 'a sunset loop'. It is not.
Strongly-worded letter cites 'aquatic overreach' and the late Mr Pemberton's blood pressure.
Customer wants a refund. Customer also wants the sausages back.
Three mailboxes hit overnight. Two say 'cooked'. One has paw prints.
Engraver in Napier blames a long Friday. Coach blames the clubroom lighting. Mums blame each other.
Local mallard Brenda goes live from a George Street puddle to address 'the community' after a pedestrian crossing incident.
Ratepayers told the agenda for the agenda meeting will be circulated at a later agenda meeting.
Eleven notes in a fortnight. The dog remains at large.
Forecast said sunny. Cloud said otherwise. Cloud won.
It was a Tuesday morning in Macandrew Bay. The hill was about to become a suggestion.
Wendy thought a bag of peas had burst upstairs. She has no upstairs.
Lad flew out of Invercargill on a 6am Jetstar. Has rung four Mitre 10s and a Resene in Penrose. None of them are laughing.
A resident's fringe was last seen heading toward the Mount under its own power.
Three consultants engaged. Bun unavailable for comment.
The sausage sizzle float was short by the price of one sausage. The treasurer has cleared her Thursday.
Three stoppages in twelve minutes. The cow's still out there.
Macca forgot the sun was a thing. The sun did not forget Macca.
After 14 months and $2.3 million in fees, the Commission has determined the cat is, on the balance of probabilities, a cat.
It was a Sunday morning on the Coast. The hum began at 7.04am. By 7.06am, a petition had been drafted.
To my community, I am so sorry. The receipt is still printing.
One says yellow bin Tuesday. One says fortnightly. The third wants the bin back.
The forecast said light frost. The shoppers heard apocalypse.
A Christchurch correspondent looks on from four degrees and a nor'wester, weeping into a cold pie.