“Season 1 The Fox Hunt Chapter 6- Hello Darkness my old Freind

Indeed the day had just begun Fox thought to himself maybe the year maybe the season.... Who Knows? "What do reckon Harold?" Asked Fox.
"I'm Hungry" said Harold

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The Mad Heads Mob had been relegated to playing in the boot already not what had been expected by this squad of fine folk. Enric had pulled through this week's training fine but did not have the same cocky swagger that Fox had learnt to both hate and admire. He had certainly lost something? Though he seemed just as pacy his dexterity was somewhat impeded several times he dropped what seemed like an easy ball and slipped over on his feet. Grifter and the dwarves talked about his days being numbered they reckoned a decent dwarf could carry a neck injury but why was the blind fool Madhead hanging on to this filler? Fox almost felt sorry for him.

“Hey Fox I know we won last time but imagine the score now I am back!” Spat Enric during the morning stretch out. To think I almost felt sorry for him Fox internalised.

The Itsy Bitsy Locals were an interesting side also new to the league but certainly at the business end of the league and challenging for the Tickling play offs where Fox aspired to be whether the rest of the Mob wanted that who knows.

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“Right” said Madhead, “Bloody Simple int it. Smash em all in the damn mouth hit em hard and then Cornelious.” He paused to stare at the eager waif “hit em again, got me….”

“Iee” the team bellowed in unison.

“Out we go then” Said Madhead “oh not you Harold not you lets save you mate.”

A plan so Devilishly simple that Fox had nothing really to do with it. Perfect. The Locals kicked and Fox pounced on the ball sauntered forward and watched his line battering at the Dark elfs. Grifter especially eager to pound their faces into the ground sending one straight into the apocrathy bay. Velvetfoot did his job as well sneakily sticking his boot into the jaw of a felled dark elf.

“Did I say watch for the Blitzers and witch” Screamed Madhead gaining Fox’s attention

What he thought only to turn to have two dark elves bearing down on him to beat him to the ground and run in the score. 1-0.

They set up again and this time the Mob slowly worked it’s way up the pitch Fox thought he would hang a little deeper. Then Hotwing cut lose and the play was on. Fox tore down the field alluding the witch elf with his sheer pace. He shaped to throw then thought again. Maybe this is my score again. Again a crunch and…………………………..
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Fox awoke in an empty stadium the day light the autograph hunters (steady on-ed) all gone what the hell had happened. Harold was lying in a heap next to him.

“Oh well on to the boot my friend on to the boot” I guess he said to himself.
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