Play Practice

Incured Risk

Well-read and well-educated as We finally were We took Our old man aside and assigned to him the projecting importance to accompany Us on Our findings. When Our old man in his powerful raptures of joy was shouting "I have found silver! I have found silver!" We imagined Us as new Lord of a profitable silver mine, that would put the entire land at Our feet. So We surefooted rushed head over heels through the gravelly rill to Our old man, in order to give lurking begrudger no precedence and wealth. Got standing with him thank Our young learnedness We recognized that Our old man already at the sight of milky quartz had shouted for joy and jubilated as it was silver, cause he might want to reward Our research and effort with happy news. Our stone knowledge prevented showing a weak point, that We would have showed at the public presentation of milky quartz as silver.

In order to strengthen Our fighting spirit, Our stratagem and Our desire for victory, in the early years We have already competed and toughened Us in competition of steadfast weir constructions and fortresses made from natural building material like ice, wood and stone with impertinent tricky, but barely successful boys. These cheeky brats never were able to face Us head on, but permanently fought Us, till a tree of slaps as paramount weapon could no longer fail to have an effect. Thereupon these miserable foolish bastards budged back to their territory.

In dense undergrowth at the foot of a Sleeping Witch and batten mountains snoring bad magic and rampant wood industry were mating. Every tree, every bush, every shrub, every stalk, yes, even every leaflet might hide a bad surprise behing its back. With proudly raised head, open visor and the acton of a cardigan knitted by the mother at Christmastide of activating shorn wool at the call of the sexually mature eagle owl We trunk by trunk, stem by stem, branch by branch and stalk by stalk fought through the undergrowth, while it was cracking, creaking, crunching, moaning and rustling. Had We stepped on a stag beetle, We stopped, recollected Us, showed remorse, solemnly promised improvement and so on. Then We solemnly buried him under a pile of leaves and with on Our acton crossed hands and the humble posture of a man of honour We held a minute's silence for this old comrade, who had fought, decided and survived so many conflicts with heavily armed fellows in his life.