Picture the scene
You're eight years old, out on the moors as part of a school trip, you've walked for miles, dodging the shit, admiring the scenery and wondering when you'll be able to sit down and get a bite to eat. Eventually, that wondrous moment arrives, as you sit down and open the lunch that your mother has lovingly made for you. And as you sit back, enjoying your sandwich, lunchbox placed to one side, as no-one would seriously think of trying to nick off with your food on the Derbyshire moors, right? Wrong. As I was eating my sandwich, unbeknownst to me I was being cased up by a sheep. A rather devious sheep, and I suspect it may have been trained in karate. This ovine ninja crept up on me, and went in my lunchbox, and stole my banana. MY banana!
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:33, Reply)