...also whilst working at Beavers...
One night they got their uncontrollable little hands on proper scissors, unlike those plastic ones that can barely cut paper.

One small ginger kid decides he will experiment into what sort of different things this new tool can cut, hacking his way through every bit of stationary he could find.

Once he ran out of objects to snip at, he turned them on himself (as we all did when we were 6) and snipped off a tiny bit of his hair.

Seeing the laugh this got from everyone, the hell-raiser at the time, not wanting to be outdone, gets everyone's attention and proceeds to chop off the entire fringe, from his large mop of hair.

The Beaver leader had a fit. By the time I finished my service at Beavers, it hadn't grown back, despite the parents attempt to disguise it.
( Butters and his titanium codsocket, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 16:50, 2 replies)

I'm having difficulty reading your post...
because of the phrase "whilst working at Beavers" combined with a story about children.

So why is this so difficult for me? Because there is a business here with the name "Beavers".

It is a full-nude strip bar.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Fri 18 Apr 2008, 4:18, closed)

Arm the buggers
Glad to see a fellow Leader.

Forget the scissors, we gave our cubs knives. Proper kitchen knives for cutting up potatoes. Some of them seem to have a disturbingly good stabbing action despite only being about 9.

No fingers lost yet..
(McFreedom, Mon 21 Apr 2008, 0:32, closed)