Jack slapped his thigh hard, hoping to pin the little ball in place but he missed and it skirted down his trouser leg and took off towards the garden. He laughed heartily, and indicated with his thumb towards the garden. ’I suppose it would be rude of me to not retrieve it.’ He could see the bushes closest to them shudder and shake as the ball ran blind through the groves of bushes.

’I’d appreciate your help’ he took a step or two in the direction the ball ran, ’especially since I don’t really know what it looks like…feels like certainly. ’ He offered a lop sided smile

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