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further encouragement. They both lurch forward, overcoming the brake on the wagon, and the shocked workers all scatter.
The sudden force causes the heavy wooden tailgate to fall, and some sacks of potatoes and crates tumble to the floor.
Food! And premature good luck? MickeyWarr isn’t yet mentally prepared for his escape, but this is too good an opportunity to miss.
He watches as the heavy sacks land with a disappointing thud, each releasing no more than a handful of potatoes. When the wooden crates strike the ground they crack open, allowing some carrots and turnips to roll around aimlessly.
With a little more enthusiasm the cabbages bounce and roll in all directions, eluding the attempts of the workers to capture them!
“Spud!” says MickeyWarr, poking him in the ribs, “grab the cabbages!”
Lolloping like a hippo on a red hot veranda, SpudGunn bounds towards the runaway veg, trying to beat some of the others, determined to get to the far flung cabbages before anybody else does. Unlike the others, SpudGunn is not picking up the vegetables and putting them back into the broken crates! He’s undone his belt and he’s trying to stuff cabbages down his trousers.
BlackDog is quickly on the scene, just ahead of his two heavies. He lands the first strike, kicking SpudGunn’s rear end, thrusting him forward and causing his back to arch involuntarily. SpudGunn drops the cabbages in his hands and turns around. His trousers are falling down, and more cabbages spill out everywhere. Then he feels the punches land. One after another, to his chest, to his stomach and then a left hook to his jaw. He falls to the ground, whimpering. But the blows don’t stop.
They pick him up, “take it like a man”.
SpudGunn wraps his arms around his face, trying to protect it from the worst abuse. He’s physically lifted off the ground as the heavies haul him towards the Asylum.
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