“Season 1 The Fox hunt Chapter 3 A fools errand

Valinor Football Club new to the league could this be it could this be when the stars aligned. Fox sat in his spa sipping his lime cordial. These High elves were certianily living the High life here.

Madhead demanded that the whole team watched the Cabal vision replays of the Valinor's previous game. Problem being the dwarf coach, being blind from a mining accident instead had been playing some bizarre footage of what looked like an amateur ballet performed by Snotling side Milking the Pigeon recorded for a squig orphanage. Any complaints where met with a curt shut up and pay attention.

"Harold what do you know about these rookies mate" Asked Fox leaning over to Harold's bath.

Well the Bugel had nice things to say about Drizzt Do'Urden and Legolas" said Harold in between bites of a family sized pork pie. "Yeh, they had nothing to say about you this week. Oh apart from the letter section, yeh that was good it said Fox Meadows can wash My Ball's. Signed Gregor Paulsen, ohh isn't that nice."

"Are you still reading that damn Rag Harold I told you bloody ignore that stuff." Fox exclaimed.

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Pre match and this time Madhead was there on time with a large flipping parchment.

"Bloody got everything these elves I tell ya! Right everyone look his way." Said Magoo here is the plan.

Unfortunately the pages mostly had phallic symbols scrawled on them crudely and the way Jimmy Twicefried was rolling on the floor all bets were on the fact it was him who had done the scrawling.

"Lets go Fox" Harold said.

Could he do it could he finally put these nagging doubts behind him. The plan this time was to bash hit hard and early was Magoo's call.

The High elfs kicked and rapidly got around the Madheads, their bash approach not helping as these elfs looked up to the task. Harold was first to be stretchered off after being pounded into the ground.

Seeing his best friend stretchered off was the only excuse for dropping the ball that Fox could play out in his head. The elf's were all over the mob and they were out hitting the squad. Cornelius Veletfoot tried to even things up stomping on fallen elfs unfortunately the referee had a keen eye on him and removed the player.

The elfs quickly scored their first touchdown.

"What the Hell is going on!" Magoo screamed into the Ko box while the squad recouped.

"Get me the damn ball Fox!" said Enric with a snarl.

Resetting the drive Fox leapt o to the ball and the mob put up an effective screen in front of him. Enric and Travis flew forward with Briskett in close support. Right said Fox aiming to launch the ball towards Enric. The pefect Spiral jetted across the pitch Enric had his eyes firmly on the piece of leather but boom up leapt Legolas and plucked he ball out of the air.

"Oh Shit" Fox said to himself as the Valinor football squad Pushed forward up his flank.

Bravely standing in front of Fox the stream of Elves flooded forward battering him to the ground. There lay his lifeless body on the green. Things had got very real as the cleaning maidens dragged off his lifeless body.

Fox Sprinted and tried some covering defence to little avail. 2-0 at the half.

A stunned silence was at the halftime talk Fox staring deeply at the floor with no Harold to jolly him on he had never felt so lonely. The other humans gathered around Enric who was postulating and thumping his chest.

"Maybe they are right maybe I don't belong here." Fox thought to himself.

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It seemed to be going from bad to worse for the mob and there defensive drive was just as poor as their malfunctioning offence.

Linda Leadbelly was he next casualty the High elfs showing no mercy as they pounded her lifless body into the ground.

Tears of rage streaming down his face the rest of the match turned into a blur. Fox hobbled into the sheds. 4-0 what an embarrassment.

Fox sat there for an intangibly long time just weeping and thinking of home. "They are right" he kept sobbing.

Stanley Firebrand walked in quietly and sat next to Fox.

"Get the self together lad we have a double wake to attend." said Firebrand.

Fox lifted his head and pulled his tired body off the pine bench.

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Grifter Gibbletstorm leapt up on to the bar of the Fettered Calf and bellowed: "Right you lo we have experienced more loss than we have ever know."

"But we Moutain folk", he stared around at the squad that was there the only other human apart from Fox who had made the ceremony was Silus Rothorn, sitting on the front line with the dwarfs he had grown in his affinity with them.

"But we Mountain folk" Grifter repeated "Know out of Fire comes Steel! This is the very forge that sharpens our blades to strike deep". The squad started baying Briskett in particular hanging on all his master was saying let out a deep guttural roar.

"Now in common tongue so you humans can join in here is our traditional song to mourn the one an a alf that left us". With this Grifter started in a solemn deep tone into song:

It is time for you my son

It is time for you my daughter

To no longer have life

To no longer drink water

It is time for you to be dead

It is time for you to no longer be living

You're no longer with us

Everyone will mourn you for a time

Until they forget you

Until they forget you, which will be sooner than you think.

Cheers were raised laughter and jubilation. Harold danced a jig, but Fox sat in the corner feeling nothing.

Magoo sidled up to him led by his aides.

"Fox me lad I want you to meet someone" Said Magoo softly.
"This is Robert M. Nideffer, he is a doctor a er head doctor".

"A head Doctor?" exclaimed Fox. "I wasn't hit that hard!"

"No Fox I ain't that kind of doctor I am here to get the best you out of you." said Robert. "We will start early tomorrow."

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P.S note to readers I have no idea where this is going very much just a wim and apologies for the flitting in and out of first to third person etc, I have little discipline as a writer or a coach ;-)
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