THE CARVERS STORY

[ubeaut]

Here is a simple but fun idea that could go on for years. It is along the same lines as Word Association but in this case you add to the story in as few or as many words as you wish. Don't get too carried away.

A couple of rules:
1/ Try and keep it out of the sewer.
2/ No really fowl language.
3/ HAVE FUN!!

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Cheers - Neil Have fun.

[Neil]

THE STORY BEGINS

It was a dark and stormy night and the woodcarver (a tall, muscular man with rugged good looks, flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes (much like me)) was bent over his carving bench, hard at work on his latest piece. His Swiss made carving tools glistened in the night light as he boldly cut the timber, slowly yet methodically unwrapping the masterpiece that lay hidden within.

All of a sudden there was a loud and almost violent knocking at the workshop door!

[John Saxton]

The woodcarver answered the door without trepidition knowing it was the city official who had come to inspect the progress of the coat of arms the woodcarver was creating for the townhall.

[RETIRED]

But instead of just one official, the whole Council was there with a couple of other long haired, designer clothed Yuppies whom the Mayor introduced as designers.

The hair on the back of the BLUE EYED HANDSOME CARVERS (much like yourself) neck
stood on end.

He knew this was trouble.

[Chris Longworth]

Instead of letting them in, he hit the light switch, turning on the outside light and stepped out side to see what they wanted first. He noticed that the Mayor wasn’t his usually bright and cherry self, but that he had an air of concern about him. The so called designers where standing to one side seaming to make their own little group with the occasional whisper being caught be his ear as he asked the Mayor “What brings you all the way out here on a night like this”.

[This message has been edited by Chris Longworth (edited 21 October 2000).]

[Neil]

The mayor gave the handsome carver a long hard look and said "I see you have your tool in your hand. What are you doing with one as big as that?"

"What are you on about?" said the tall, ruggedly handsome carver, called Ninnie. "I'm working on the Coat of arms you lot ordered. Now what does bring you out on a night like this?"

The mayor looked at him again, this time with fear in his eyes. "Put down your tool and I shall be glad to tell you..... May we come in?"

[Tristan Croll]

Ninnie thought about this for a bit, then stepped across, completely blocking the doorway. "I'll ask you one more time," he said, a steely glint in his blue eyes, "what exactly do you and these," he glanced contemptuously at the designers, " men want here?"

[Shane Watson]

With that the so called designers pushed there way through the councilors to meet face on with Ninnie. Giving Ninnie a look he had never before encountered. With this he took a small step backwards and dropped his most prized and used tool out of his now sweeting hand. Ninnie knew from the look on there faces they were definitly not designers....

[Iain]

It's a matter of the telecard you were given to assist you with the acquisition of materials.............

[Tristan Croll]

"Yes, well," he replied nervously, "you wanted the best materials for your coat of arms, didn't you?"
"Yes, what of it?" came the reply.
"Well, I had to do some calling around!"
"But there's forty thousand dollars on this card!"
"Yeah, you know what African exchanges can be like. Besides, I had to do some haggling, and that takes a while."

(now let's see if we can bring it back to woodworking somehow)

[Neil]

"Oh!" They said as one. "Well we guess that's OK. Can't see anything really wrong with that. Go on with your work. By the way. Lets have a little look will you." and with that the brushed Ninnie aside and entered the workshop, whereapon they were cronfronted with........

[Iain]

A large quantity of stolen Shellawax which the Mayor just knew came from his brothers hardware store which had been broken into a few nights earlier.
Please explain, started the Mayor to Ninnie........

[JackoH]

Please don`t tell anyone or I`ll be "finished" pleaded Ninnie!
I am actually storing it for some oily bloke who said that he had bought it in a pub, for a song.

[Iain]

With that the undercover police who were with the Mayor moved in and arrested Ninnie and took him away and he was remanded in custody pending further investigation, the apprentice, Luigi, was now in charge of the project.
'Help' he cried to Ninnies wife Maria, 'what am I going to do?'
Maria the voluptuous young dark haired temptress embraced Luigi and said........
(No sewer, no chooks (fowl) c'mon Tristan, bail us out)

[This message has been edited by Iain (edited 21 October 2000).]

[Shane Watson]

'Its alright, I now where Ninnie keeps all his plans. All we have to do is get them and follow them measurement by measurement.' Maria gets the plans for the Coat of Arms and Straight away both Maria & Luigi gasp in desperation as they realise that all the measurements on the plan are imperial and not metric. So not being able to read the plans they look into each others eyes realizing there was only one person who could help them, someone who they both knew Ninnie wouldn't let near the plans, even on his death bed. But a decission had to be made.