Tuesday, 9 August 2016
A captain makes his report
'So I thrust, then I parried, then I parried again and then I thrust...and a fourth one went down.'
'Right,' Camille replied, 'and you managed all of this while you were 'iding under a table?'
'..................................I lured them in.'
'The confined space made it easier for me to deal with them. You know a lot of people don't understand the finer points of duel fighting.'
'I guess some would mistake your 'iding for cowardice?'
'I suppose I am lucky to 'ave you 'ear to explain it all then.'
'Modesty forbids! But if you'd like me to give a class to your little students? Pass on a little of my knowledge?'
'If only we 'ad the time but sadly I fear the moment approaches for us to depart.'
'Of course! You need to get back. The demands of education call.'
'Also it is nearly the end of term and unless I remind the parents some of them will be forgetting to buy me presents.'
'Well, until we meet again, I wish you well....and Mr Snail too.'
And so saying Camille embraced Captain Bill, kissed him on both horns, knocked off his hat, turned sharply catching him across the nose with her bag and, together with 'er little students, she made her way down towards the beach.