Archdruid: Will you shut those torches down!
All: And also with yours.
Archdruid: Yes, but my phone's got Google Sky on it.
All: Fair enough, let's watch!
Burton: Is that it?
All: No. That's a plane.
Burton: Is that it?
All: No. That's Aldebaran.
Burton: Is that it?
All: No. That's someone's security light.
Burton: Is that it?
All: No. That's the Amazon warehouse.
Burton: Is that it?
Archdruid: No. That's a badger.
All: A badger????
All may scream and run around. A thud rings out.
Marston: I've run into a tree! I've run into a tree! I've gone blind!
Someone may remove Marston's cap, which has fallen over his face.
Burton: Is that it?
All: No. That's the Air Ambulance, coming for Marston.
Hnaef: Oh, wait. It's British Summer Time, isn't it? I've used GMT to work it out. Still, there's a lot of cloud about anyway. We were lucky to see that star...
The Beaker Folk retreat, defeated yet again.
No such ceremony here tonight, just me looking out my bedroom window.....clouds parted and thrre she was.....skimming past the moon.
ReplyDeleteI'd congratulate you more fully, but we're still fighting off this badger.
DeleteTis indeed the time of badger rampaging when wary folk do well to not wander abroad arter sunfall.
ReplyDeleteShould be able to hear the sound of a Canadian made Larrivée parlour guitar coming from the space station, played by Chris Hadfield...
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