17th February 2013, 03:45 PM
Daffid Dill stumbled from the Tool Shed incensed at Bevan Fullridge's ignorance of the finer points of the Pirates of Penzance he had let his inner termoil submerge ten thousand years of civalisation. What had he done ? He stared at the blood soak handle of his favourite tool. Lifting his head he quickly looked round the deserted site, the rest of the crew were in the site hut taking advantage of Bevans absence they were on a long tea break. Strange grunting noises came from a hunched bald pink form by the spoil heap. Cautiously Daffid stepped over the mangled remains of Bevan then crept towards the spoil heap mattock raised............