Ok so poo story it is. I was woken at some unearthly hour by my hunting buddy @Puffin roaring at Harold (the local stag that had eluded him for many years). I jumped up thinking it was time to go, ate my breakfast in a rush only to find out it was midnight. Back to bed woken again, time to go this time back soon for breakfast. By this stage I have no idea what the plan is and we head off towards the roaring Harold. Now I’m a man of routine and by this time I’ve done my morning ablutions. We are right in close to Harold, he’s roaring and I’m “moleing” Puffin I just gots to go, so I duck off, job done Harold’s gone quite, Puffins not happy and Harold was never heard from again.
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