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Because he would thank them for it later.

And everything.

Which he didnтАЩt. Of course.

Small Dave seemed anythingbut grateful. He awoke all spluttering and demanded to be told why he was
being ducked in a water butt. He fussed and he bothered and he cursed and he swore and then he asked
about the trowels.

тАШTrowels?тАЩ said Omally. тАШWhat trowels?тАЩ

тАШThose trowels.тАЩ Small Dave pointed. тАШThose trowels youтАЩre both wearing, strung round your waists and
hanging down your fronts like sporrans.

тАШOh,these trowels, theyтАЩre justтАФтАЩ

тАШA wise precaution,тАЩ said Soap. тАШIn caseтАФтАЩ

тАШA fashion thing,тАЩ said Omally. тАШTheyтАЩre all the rage up West. The Kensington Set are rarely to be seen
nowadays without a trowel about their persons.тАЩ

тАШEspecially at the Chelsea Flower Show,тАЩ said Soap.

тАШEspecially there,тАЩ said Omally.

тАШYouтАЩre bloody mad, the pair of you,тАЩ said Small Dave. тАШAnd what happened to my gun?тАЩ

тАШGot lost,тАЩ said Omally. тАШThe fairies took it,тАЩ said Soap. тАШThe fairies?тАЩ

тАШNo, not the fairies. Did I say fairies? What I must have meant wasтАФтАШ

тАШIтАЩm leaving now,тАЩ said Small Dave.

тАШOh, must you?тАЩ said Soap. тАШYes, I must.тАЩ

The sound of police car sirens swelled in the distance.

тАШYes, I definitely must.тАЩ

And with that said, he definitely did. Without a by-your-leave, or kiss-my-elbow. No thank yous, no
fond farewells.
Just off

As fast as his little legs could carry him.



The two men watched him until he was gone. Then Soap raised a cup of OmallyтАЩs spud gin.