“A bridge too far- Fox Meadows the final chapter.


He had it all Finally the Hall of Fame all the doubters the endless sports psychs the up and down relationship with Harold Crumpetarse. The Tabloid beatings the Shield the never ever placing even a finger on the Tickling play offs, the endless staring at the Boot and the Sole. The Persistent and consistent meetings with Morg, Griff, Zug but never Roxanana, never the Swifts. Never indeed the gentle stars where was summerbloom. He had never even seen a Zoat! If only to say excuse me sir are you a Zoat, that would be a dream.

All these thoughts flooded through his mind as He felt the boot Amrawa Dhrozna crack him in the back the first time.

And what of these Beer Swine now filling the deserted Isles what of the distant rumours of new teams ready to haunt these mystic lands. A sweet voice whispered into his conciuoness look at the curve of its beak.

Thud......

Time moves forward pixels to pixels meta to dust.

Good night Mr Fox. ”