The Big Cattle roundup was gathering pace. Eric and his pals were ensconced snugly in the ex-caravan place . Mr Crofter had the movable shed behind the pimpmobile now backed into the gate and a little corral built swiftly round the rampy thing.
Then the brave Crofter went off to bring the beasts in.
Here they come!
Oh no, gone again.
Here they come again.
Bother! [or words to that effect]
"Can you see if Chris is around" asks The Crofter and I dutifully go off to find him, prize him away from the footie and bring him to the scene.