DATE: 24 DEC 2013
SITE: SPG 420 JLN MUARA, KG SG TILONG
HARES: Trailblazer/Tina
FRONT HORN: Hash Hound BACK HORN: Zur
Twas the afternoon before Christmas and
all through Brunei
Some hashers were stirring, getting
ready to try.
The trail had been laid through the
simpangs with care,
In hopes that the checks would stump
the hashers there.
Tina and Trailblazer were nestled all
snug in their lair,
Ready to duck down should some hashers
appear.
With visions of Christmas dinner
dancing in their heads,
They were hoping that the hens wouldn’t
stay in their beds.
When out in Tina’s compound there
arouse such a clatter,
The neighbours peered over to see what
was the matter.
Away to the windows they flew in a
flash,
Peeped through the curtains or edged up
the sash.
The sun shone on the compound ready
to show,
Gave the lustre of mid day to the
objects below.
When what to their wondering eyes
should appear,
But hens congregating at the site,
5.15, be there!
When a little hasher came carrying in
the JM’s bin,
I knew in that moment it must have been
Madam Sin!
More rapid than eagles, the hashers
they came,
As she whistled, then shouted and
called them by name.
Now Zur! Now Maisayo! Now Alice in
Wonderland!
On Readymix! On Hash hound! On Jenny on
the Block!
To the sound of the horn! To the noise
of us all,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away
all!
The hashers they started, but were
ready to stop,
Whenever someone called out for a photo
op.
Along the trail, the hashers they flew,
With backpacks full of water, and
camera’s too!
And then in a twinkling, I heard from
quite near,
More chattering and talking as the
hares did appear.
As they had a quick drink and were
wandering around,
Down the simpang the hens, they came
with a bound.
The run it was over, but do not
despair,
Much fun and laughter was to be had
there.
There was food to be eaten and jokes to
share,
Plus presents chosen and wrapped up
with care.
The heavens they opened and down the
rain fell,
But the hashers weren’t deterred and
soon all was well.
At the end of the night it was time for
all to go,
Some left quite fast, and some left
quite slow.
But as they left I heard them exclaim,
As they shouted greetings to each other
by name,
And then just before they drove out of
sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a
good night!”
NEXT RUN: KAPOK KANAN
HARES: SQUEAK/NEVER WRONG
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