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Ben unzipped the picnic set so that we could have a proper look at it for the first time.
It contained, well, as you would expect from a picnic set, everything that you need for a
picnic: plates, bowls, cups, knives, forks, spoons and a corkscrew. They were all still in
theirindividualwrappersandwedecidedtotryanddirtyaslittleofitaspossiblesothatwe
couldpassitontosomeoneelse.CarryinganentirepicnicsetallthewaytoJohnO'Groats
seemed rather unpractical. Benunwrappedoneplate andoneknifeandwebegantotuckin
to the feast. Half an hour previously we had been hungry and homeless, and now we were
living like kings; albeit those three wise men that visited the stable.
Surprise bashed at the bars with his head. Not in an aggressive way, but he seemed keen
to come and join us for dinner.
'At least we're not eating roast beef,' joked Ben.
We were just drifting off to sleep when a huge series of bangs startled us. It was the
sound of fireworks from the wedding down the road. Surprise was not a fan of fireworks
and bolted around his pen like he was at a rodeo. We got out of our sleeping bags and
rushed to try and catch the fireworks before they finished. I mean 'catch' as in watch.
Catching fireworks is very dangerous - don't try this at home, kids. The calves in the next-
door barn were on a full stampede and they pounded around the yard in distress. We got
outside just in time to see the extremely under-whelming grand finale, which consisted of
three fireworks exploding at almost the same time. We could hear the token applause and
cheers that greet the end of every firework display.
'Wooo... ahhh... yeeaaah.' Indeed. Back to bed.
On our way back into the barn we noticed a small cat-sized animal in the darkness. Ben
knelt down to get a closer look and discovered it was a very old dog that was sniffing
around in the corner. We had been told by Harry to keep the barn door closed, so we as-
sumedthatthedogshouldbeshutoutside,ratherthanin.Benpickedupthedogandkindly
pusheditoutofthedoor,butthelittlethingscurriedstraightbackinbeforewehadachance
to shut the door. He tried again, this time gently tossing it out of the door. Again, the pesky
thing bounced back through the door. Ben tried again, slightly more forcefully than before
and again the dog was back in the barn at lightning speed before we knew it. It was at this
point that I heard the chink of metal. I bent down and discovered that the poor feeble dog
was actually chained up on the inside of the barn, and the reason that it kept coming back
so quickly was that it was restricted by the length of its chain. Ben instantly realised what
he had done and cuddled the poor dog as best as he could. I had lost the power of speech
because I was laughing so much.
I had only ever laughed this much once before in my life. When I was in the sixth-form,
a friend of mine was showing a group of us a music video he had made. When his record-
ing had finished it switched to what had previously been on the video tape. It was footage
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