“Once upon a time there were 14 little orcs, a goblin and a troll who lived happily together and played some ball from time to time. On one sunny afternoon a big and mean looking minotaur came to their village and asked if the orcs could play with him. Happily all the orcs agreed, and they cheered how much fun would they have.

The granny orc gave them cookies and lemonade to give to the big and not that mean looking bull who was so nice to play with the orcs. So the orcs took the basket from the grandma, and went to meet the huge fellow with the horns.

Before the orcs made to the clearing, with the cottage, with another grandma, 'eadbanga found the most beautiful flowers he had ever seen. So he decided to pick up some flowers and bring them to that handsome minotaur who just might have winked his eye to 'eadbanga. And so 'eadbanga missed the whole match altogether, and when he finally found the clearing all the orcs had left, too.

Meanwhile, at the clearing in the woods, the orcs met their new friend who had brought 15 little norse with him. But they said, they wanted to play a different game. They told the orcs that the one with more players at the field would be the winner. And the orcs cheered again, and were happy to learn a new game.

The orcs huffed and puffed all they could. And most of the norse fell down, and the guy with horns was carried off the field. But the smartest norse came up with the plan. They decided to play catch instead, with the ball, and they scored once or twice. Just to get more men to the line of scrimmage for the orcs to huff and puff some more.

The orcs had much fun and finally won the match by the new rules. And there was much rejoicing, and the cookies were eaten, and the lemonade drunk. It surely was a happy afternoon for all who were there.

But what happened the next time when the orcs met their new friends, is a different tale to tell...”