a brave scout
There's a story behind this one. Many years ago, lost in the wolds of Siberia, I came across a village out of time, where fair maidens rode bareback [and indeed bare] on young mammoths in a village festival. The villagers were casting petals as they passed, when an enormous Tusker arrived to disrupt things, trumpeting and rearing among the huts and generally running amok. Equally amazing, what must have been the oldest boy scout in the world stepped from the snow-clad trees wielding an enormous kukhri! Goodness knows his tale, or how he had wandered the snowy wastes to emerge at just that moment! Needless to saw he was immediately trampled to death, but still. Of course I stepped in and saved the day, earning the gratitude of the village and indeed the maidens but that, I'm afraid, is another story..
a brave scout
There's a story behind this one. Many years ago, lost in the wolds of Siberia, I came across a village out of time, where fair maidens rode bareback [and indeed bare] on young mammoths in a village festival. The villagers were casting petals as they passed, when an enormous Tusker arrived to disrupt things, trumpeting and rearing among the huts and generally running amok. Equally amazing, what must have been the oldest boy scout in the world stepped from the snow-clad trees wielding an enormous kukhri! Goodness knows his tale, or how he had wandered the snowy wastes to emerge at just that moment! Needless to saw he was immediately trampled to death, but still. Of course I stepped in and saved the day, earning the gratitude of the village and indeed the maidens but that, I'm afraid, is another story..