Dressed like pioneers in an assortment of native and settlers attire, we spent days tracking the animal and finally caught a glimpse of it in a clearing, rummaging around in the snow. If this was indeed the mythical creature that everyone had referred to, then I would be the one lucky enough to bag it. I took careful aim and fired, and, as in the legend, the wounded animal let out a long piercing cry then a shout - 'Bloody Hell Colonel you shot me!' the Major complained for days and had to be moved from camp to camp by sled, his lucky raccoon hat not so lucky after all.
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Tuesday, 26 February 2013
High Stakes Investment
Having heavily invested in an American company I was forced to travel to United States of America and address the issue of my missing funds. I found Mr Lehmann, my business partner, standing on a ledge outside his Wall Street Office. I said the only thing that came to mind 'Hello old chap, nice view from up here' upon which, Lehmann turned to look at me, slipped and fell to his death. The next time I invest in America I will choose a partner who has an office on the ground floor.
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