The pygmies had been at the gin again, we had to put the supplies out of reach, knee high should have been fine but we had not taken into account their great improvisational skills, they were on their stilts in a jiffy and orff with the gin with us in hot pursuit.
Some of them had frightfull falls during the pursuit, toppled from their stilts. Vertigo is sometimes a problem for Pygmies, as Shackerly Bennet the great naturalist often observed, but great entertainment.
We had some of the tribe perform a dance at the officers mess and had to throw out three of them for indecency. Fortunately only the front row saw anything.
One was accidentally crushed in a stampede when the bar opened. Old Pinky shouted mines a gin and that was the last we saw of the little bugger, they found his loincloth, heavily soiled of course.
The Colonel (Stolen from the Majors diary)
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