17th February 2013, 09:02 AM
Moon Unit's mind was not on the job, raised voices (in two part harmony) were coming from the general direction of the tool shed. Trying to focus on the complex task of stripping that stubborn stubble from tonight's porcine delicacy Moon Unit tried to block out the increasingly discordant sounds. The sudden silence was punctuated by the unmistakable squelch and crunch of a mattock hitting bare flesh. Slowly rising from his crouched position behind the spoil heap he turned and looked towards the Tool Shed............