One girl, picture of innocence and bliss, tripping blissfully across a crackly brown lawn in her bare feet, revelling in the fall weather, clutching a warm mug of apple cider in one hand.
Two boys, pictures of trouble and nefarious doings, digging a pit industriously just beyond the hill, pick-ax and shovel widening their fox-hole and creating piles of dirt clods. Heads go up, blissful girl is spotted. Mischievous grins slide over brown-streaked faces.
Now!
Dirt clods go flying! Cider goes sloshing! Guns a'blazing! Shovels brandished! Terrified shrieking!
...terrified shrieking coming from the boys, that is.
Now: Two boys, working industriously, somewhat the more sober, vowing never to invite their sister down into the gully again feigning innocence only to incur her wrath with flying lumps of dirt. One girl, striding breezily up the lawn into the house to refill her cider mug.
And life is good.
(Pictures of The Pit forthcoming.)
Ah, so The Pit has been resurrected along with The Rambler? Those two bad boys deserved what they got, that's what I say. :o)
Oh, yes, and would you like to mail some apple cider over here? (just joking) Because all the cider here is alcoholic! They don't even know what proper cider is!
Haha.
Who is this Inky Scrubs character?