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Friday, 21 June 2013

Yer Actual Solstice Celebration

The Beaker Folk storm back into the Meadow, frightening the wits out of the Piper at the Gates of Dawn, who's been trying to get the rain out of his pipes for the last hour.

The Little Pebbles (in unison): Are we nearly there yet? Are we nearly there yet? Are we nearly there yet?

Archdruid: Behold! The Solstice is upon us! The sun kisseth the Tropic of Cancer, blessing us with his warmth and light.

All: No sign of warmth or light round here, you sure you got the right Solstice?

Archdruid: Let us do our Solsticial Dance!


The Beaker People hop around in their wellies, trying to feel a bit summery. They fail.

Herne the Hunter: Don't say I'm late again.

Piper at the Gates of Dawn: You always are, Antler-Head.

Herne the Hunter: Who you calling Antler-Head, Antler-Head?

Piper at the Gates of Dawn: Well you have got an Antler-Head.

Herne the Hunter: So have you. Oi! Stop pushing!

Piper at the Gates of Dawn: You started it. Here, take this. (He smacks Herne with his pipes - breaking them on Herne's antlers)

Herne the Hunter - Oh, you're right. I have got antlers.

Archdruid: Strewth, it was never like this in Wind in the Willows. Keith, can you shove these pre-Christian relics in the van and chuck 'em out in Cranfield? They might get a grant or something.

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