First, Finbar dug under his fence late at night and took off into the wide world. He was recovered from Mark's canola field, half a kilometre away, just after dawn. He was wet and cold, but very pleased with himself.
Then Charlie decided to jump off the motorbike travelling at speed along a bitumen road. I think his pride hurts more than the gravel rash and split chin.
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