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Crossbow This is my Story, Titled..
Stunning. 'The Village Fete'
The village Fete was aways deliberately held during the most promising sunny day during mid - July when it was attended by the vast majority of the population of Lower Frogsbottom, a Village within a valley of the Chilterns in rural Oxfordshire England
The mass hysteria, centred mostly around the beer tent and other local yokel exciting happenings were the guessing of the weight of the pig. an unfortunate little porker destined for the Barbeque, other exciting activities, like dipping the lady and the inevitable Cocoanut Shy.
As was the usual thing the opening ceremony was always heralded by the arrival of the village Squire The Hon Sir Marmaduke Calders Smythe The 14th Earl of Frogsbottom. and or his Trophy wife. The former beautiful Anna Comeley, now lady Frogsbottom; three decades his junior also unknown to her husband as the Bike,
On this particular day the beautiful Lady Comely had arrived on her black stallion and wearing the Red and Black riding habit together with the riding crop, her flowing blonde hair glinting in the rays of the sun - with her stunning angelic countenance mindful of the long gone Fox hunting days of yore.
It was not only the village boys who were enjoying this spectacle but the local Damsels too who were observing the commotion being created among the four-legged fillies mounted by other less important upper-class snobs - being caused by the excitement of lady Comley's Stallion.
The seemingly thoughtless late arrival of Sir Marmaduke in his Rolls Royce motor car with the new quiet Merlin engine, suitably adorned with the heraldic sign depicting a Unicorn Together with a Crossbow; which few could understand the meaning of. the duke then announced that there had been a Cave in at the edge of the pond near his residence which was unfortunate being that the Ducking stool used in the ceremony had plunged to the bottom of the forty fathom deep pond formerly a chalk quarry some four hundred years ago
So instead of the Ducking ceremony we are having the Witch burning ceremony being reintroduced which caused much wailing of the village Hags, who in days gone by were the unfortunate victims of this cruelty which supposedly solved the funny goings on around the time of the 1600's, when witch hunting was a sport and reduced the age of some women particularly if they were deemed as Ugly and therefore a Witch .
So being burned at the stake the body being Barbequed so to speak meant a feed for the local dogs or any New Zealander with a taste for 'Long Pig.'
Suddenly the whole fete area became chaotic, a fox had sneaked in much to the delight of the local dogs who gave chase among a mix of people and horses, Horses and dogs ran amok in a scene of devastation never before seen at Frogsbottom. No deaths were reported.
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