Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

 Clarrise looked up from the bar, to see the landhare standing nose-to-nose with a drunken fox. She sighed as the fox yelled abuse at the gangly hare. This would not end well! *THWACK* Jab, jab, *THWACK* the hare had been a boxer in a past life before settling down with his wife to run bars. The pair of brass knucklees from his waistcoat pockets helped though! Another fox down... Clarrise the starling had been working at the 'Garry' for a good three moons now, the hiring fair in the summer felt like a long time ago, and as the drizzle came down, she glided in to the town sqaure to start her late shift after a nap on her split shift. As was her habit, she landed on the other side of the square to the well-built and well-maintained inn that commanded the west side; Fur's day was market day, so the bar was, as ever, heaving, she was glad to see. She thought of the reasons she was here. The pay was... okay, the job long and tiring, the roost was comfy, but their never ...

Clarisse the starling tucked her wings into her sides and started a steep dive towards the town square. 'The rest of the Squeaky Blinders have to have returned by now?' she thought to herself, feeling the satisfying weight of her coinpurse under her wing. She scouted the sky around her again, good, no sign of that raptor, and pulled up to land gently on the opposite side of the square to 'The Garrison', the gangs headquarters and a warming drink would sooth her nerves. She looked about her again for any followers, then slid across the cobbles to the door of the main bar. She pushed it open, it was subdued inside, with only a few candles lighting the place and the fire nearly dieing in the grate. "This will never do boys, do none of you know how to look after yourselves?" she uttered,, walking over and poking the fire, adding a few dry logs and soon the flames licked upwards up the chimney. She turned to look at the downcast faces of the rest of the gang. ...

Deep in the cellar of The Garrison, the Squeaky Blinders regrouped after their first outing in the area. Most nursed cuts and grazes, a few deeper injuries the Jerimiah Cheeses had treated. "Oi thought yow said grabbing that paychest was an easy run Tommy?" Arthur the stoat complained, a mad glint in his eye. "'How was Oi to know there were three other gangs after it at the same time, and two of them were tooled up, brother," the gang leader munched on his habitual carrot while leaning back against a barrel of XXX, his hat tilted over his eyes. "Good thing we had the lay of the land before hand," Clarrise added from near the stairs, picking up a tray of goblets. "Yeah, we knew the chest was somewhere in the dumped supplies in the middle, just a matter of scrambling to get at it," John the adder slithered in through a hole, several sticking platers covering the length of his body, "why are we down here, the bar upstairs is nice and warm...