Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

The gang sat round the cozy fire, snacking, toasting chestnuts and reminiscing about the latest fight. "Three gangs, that was heavy." muttered the new hedgehog Prickles. "The two of the main Royalists and a new gang in the neighbourhood, Pi-rats, they had a lot of style" Martyn the mouse mage added. "Bien to 'ave a new target," giggled Arimouse the mouseketeer with a grin. Nibble McPhee, the new mouse highlander in teh gang, lived up to his name with his chestnut, "Seven rats, unusual. Coming in from our right." "The Royalists were opposite us, those two birds, Bobby the hound and Bucky the hare, a new weasel with a nasty club, plus Rackness the racoon hunter." "Sir Oliphant's warband on our left, all ten, and Syd and Synthia nearest to us" Pebbles added from her chair, one leg strapped up and on a stool. Straight away, Flash looked up from his drink, "Derek the archer moved up quickly, glad I got a shot off at ...

"17... 18... 19 pennies..." "Funny how all these Royalist gangs we keep bumping into all hate each other, they really are at 6s and 7s." "Gah! I've got to start again now! 1... 2... 3..." The gang were sitting round a fireplace in various sizes of comfy chairs in the 'Tipsy Teal', a small inn just outside Clappersgate, famous for its food and beer, after what had been a very successful day. All bar one held a glass or tankard or flaggon (or a tea cup), and helped themselves to the large selection of delicacies and snacks spread across a low bench between them and the fireplace. They watched as Martyn the mouse tried to count up the exceeding large pile of pennies on a separate little table set by the inglenook. Each in turn had also cottoned on to the sport of adding a numerical phrase in just as Martyn got into the flow of counting the piles of coins. "Meeting one Royalist band was bad, but two..." Flash chirped. "SHUT UP! One.....