The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #38385   Message #611462
Posted By: Paul from Hull
17-Dec-01 - 08:01 AM
Thread Name: BS: Humor Us, Chapter II
Subject: RE: BS: Humor Us, Chapter II
The al Qaida, finally realising the game is up, abandon Bin Laden in his cave. However, once they all get above ground, they realise that things are looking bleak. They are almost surrounded...the Northern Alliance are approaching, predictably, from the North, U.S. Ground troops are coming from the East, & Westwards up the valley, air attacks are making things so unpleasant that there is no chance of escape that way. Only to the South does there seem any chance, for all they can see that way is some strange thing against the sky over the ridge. As they get closer, they see its a kite, being flown by a lone figure on the crest of the ridge, & there is the sound of Western music from what must be a portable stereo.

Incensed by this, many of the al Qaida charge towards the figure, while their Commander & his less reckless troops stand watching, passing a pair of binoculars around...

"Is the British...is the S.A.S." they decide, after careful observation, & they watch in amazement as the lone figure continues flying his kite, jigging about to the music, & rubbing a bayonet across his chin, making gestures that look like shaving, towards the charging troops....then he steps back behind the ridge, the kite sill flying high overhead.

Over the crest go the charging al Qaida, & there is the sound of considerable gunfire, & cartoon-like, figures are thrown up in the air, indicative of a fierce fight...while the kite just bobs up & down a little, & the music continues, as all other noises subside.

Then the same lone figure comes dancing uo to the crest of the ridge again, still flying his kite. More shaving gestures, & the angry commander sends the rest of his men charging up the slope, & stands there with his binoculars, watching this impudent British soldier.

As the troops are almost at the top of the ridge, a bearded figure, his turban unravelling, comes crawling back over the ridge,battered, bleeding, & ragged toward the advancing rabble...

"Go back, go back" he shouts hoarsely, waving a weary arm. "Go BACK..its a trap..There's TWO of them..."

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