His magnificent instrument was actually a large croquet set, and Bare Hall's widow got rich selling their virtuoso performances to the Croquet Association. But that is another story entirely. The threesome were disturbed in their final croquet game by a disquieting noise . . .
After Dave left the Forest, there is no joy for the Forest Guard because he has not been getting brown envelopes regularly. The dirty man's lady unaware that there is no occupant of Forest went to look for Dave. There the lady met the Forest Guard again. " Where is Dave?" the Forest Guard asked. "It is him I am looking for"said the lady. "Rumble in the jungle" said the Guard. "Can you perform"? the lady asked."Try me you would never go back to Dave again" said the Guard.
But unfortuantely something long and hard was getting in the way, making the leaping near on impossible, so they decided to play a different game...
Cricket! Because the long hard thing was cricket bat made of Ash. Suddenly RHC appeared drawn by his love of the game . . .
Which was the name of his pet badger. Cheese happily trotted over to his soused master and lovingly nuzzled his HammerheadTM . . .
Unfortuantely Cheese his pet badger, edged away slowly as there appeared to be a snail on the Hammerhead TM, or at least a snails trail - so cheese thought anyway....
"Right Lads," RHC said brusquely, "shape up! 50 overs apiece and I'll play silly mid on, and, if you're very lucky, later on I'll show you my googly!"
Dave went to get a gun hearing that the Forest Guard has taken over his lady friend. "For now, I am forgetting about Luis Suarez....I want that forest Guard dead". Dave said.
Dribbles you've taken the story completely out of context I take it you don't understand the concept of the thread? You're supposed to add a sentence to the last post to make a story that flows....not just post random crap
Dribbles is adding background exposition to the story by slowly introducing an enraged character, spurned by his love and a Forrest guard. This Dave he speaks of is on a warpath and only RHC can stop him. Genius by dribbles.
Meanwhile back to the cricket and who is that in the crowd ... Shane Warne smoking something very interesting. When asked he merely scoffed at the idea that RHC was able to deliver a googly.
"Right, you Drongo-f**king, piss-ale drinking bushpig w**khound!" he roared, "I'll show you all my f**king amazing googly!" Silence descended as everyone eyed RHC polishing his big red ball on his HammerheadTM , and eyeing up the middle wicket of Shane Warne . . .
But enough with the sexual innuendos. RHC ran up to the wicket, but as he was about to bowl he decided against it. "I've got nothing to prove to a fat Aussie bastard" And with that he turned his back and walked away from Warne, who was now shout a string of fouled mouthed abuse at our hero.
He was screaming so hard... his head exploded- splattering blood in a foaming volcano of plasma and blood cells. Women and children screamed- and puppy dogs ran and hid... but not RHC, he barely noticed because at that exact moment...
