Mrs. Ladle came out next to an absolute uproar. In the seventy three and a half seconds between Ollie leaving and her appearing, the word dangle had been shouted eighteen times. Robin was currently skulking through the trees trying to locate the squirrel that had run through the camp.
Once the enthusiastic clamour had abated she raised her arms and greeted the crowd, a friendly introduction to which one particularly raucous, and all but blind member of the group responded, “Get 'em off, love”.
Not in the least bit deterred, the witch rewarded his lack of vision with a sudden and severe attack of the runs, the type usually experienced after a heavy session on the ale, or by anyone unlucky enough to have eaten in a well known fast food restaurant. (For legal reasons, meaning that I don't w
