Monday 2 July 2007

Midsommer Murders.......................


Georg and friends have taken time away from the dreary task of commanding the Midsommer regiment. Armed with only Karlberg Ale, recklessness and a mixture of flintlock and air
rifled pieces they head for the Heath.
Hours into the day, when the sun is at its zenith and fortified with a good lunch they enter an area of stunted oaks and bushes.
A sound is heard, a tusked shape hurtles from the undergrowth. "Mine!" cries Georg as he attempts to fire.A misfire occurs and the beast is upon him.His brother officers flee the scene in terror.....................

1 comment:

  1. Oh, oh. This could be very uncomfortable for Georg . . . indeed it could be fatal.

    18th century imagi-Europe awaits the news.


    -- Jeff

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