DYB DYB DYB, DOB DOB DOB.

Tom was determined to be the boy on the front
of 'The Sixer Annual' saluting the Cubmaster.
Two other boys had already been burnt to death as punishment
when the cruel photographer had asked them again and
again to hold the pose for hours on end, which they couldn't do.

Tom was made of sterner stuff. He had secretly had
his arm amputated at the shoulder earlier that week
and was merely putting a prosthetic arm up to his face.
Once he had the fingers splayed correctly,
he could hold the pose indefinitely.

They had been standing there for 18 weeks, when they all
realised the Cubmaster Ben Dover-Nowboy was dead.
If you look carefully, you can see all the boys looking
at his eye on the other side of his face, which is beginning
to leak and smell like a rotting badger's cock.

There was a collective sign of relief, and a relaxing
of sphincter muscles.

And they all lived happily ever after.
Well, till the following Tuesday.