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								by :FI:McBiggles » Sat Jul 30, 2005 1:41 am
			
			
			
			
			Alright, look.  I've no idea what happened reaally.  I do remember my saying at the time, that that didn't look like stout enough chain.  And now, look at  that, snapped like twine.  No. I don't think we'll have any trouble finding the thing, there's a path of devastation the length of the field. Now look here,  I hope you don't mind, I've taken the liberty of sending into the village for the vet.  You know,... dart gun old boy, well don't look so shocked.  Do you have a better idea? You don't reaally believe someones going to just put a rope on it do you?   No, I'm afraid your on your own there mate.  Me, I'm waiting for the vet.  and a marksman from from the anti aircraft  battery.
McBiggles
			
									
									Being Irish,  he had an abiding sence of tragedy,  which sustained him,  through temporary periods of joy.
                                        W.B. Yeats