… Like the Stag night that ended with the bridegroom-to-be, submerged in a local pond up to his neck tied into a canvas parcel sack which the local Post Master's son had happily provided. Since they were aged 13 and 10 respectively the brothers Dan and Andy had been the wildest of the local wild bunch. A couple of "Real lads" the villagers admitted with that mixture of disapproval and grudging admiration. There were some who thought Dan’s influence on his younger brother wasn’t good. A more refined and bookish young chap Andy always seemed to be, but in every escapade he’d always been there in the thick of it, grinning his familiar likeable grin.
Young Andy grinned at his brother who had now resigned himself to the fact that he was efficiently chained and for once in his life, in no position to argue. The younger man knew this was a rare opportunity to get some of his own back, so continued to taunt his big brother … “Or I could throw you on the trailer all bundled up in that old canvas mail sack (it’s still in the corner there) with only your head sticking out - and dump you in the pond up to your neck in water for a few hours ... after I’ve pissed all over your head and hair just like you did to me, of course. Weather forecast was for sun tomorrow. The heat and the stink on top and the freezing cold and cramp under water is something to remember, believe me.”
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