Run number 14 bore all the hallmarks of a Beaver Chops hared run. The directions to the On On were precise, it was a live hare run, markings were devious and, for the first time since I have been running with the TH3, there was the promise of shiggy. The pack numbered eleven, including 2 virgins – Stéphane and Reiner who surfaced from my murky past to investigate my murky present! At 3.22pm Beaver Chops hared off with a surprisingly small bag of flour, leaving the pack baying with anticipation. The threat of shiggy certainly separated the wheat from the chaff, with regards to running the course. The sole runner was Lapdancer – the rest of us fell into the category of chaff and thought of convincing excuses as to why we were not running. In the absence of B.J., the increasingly immobile R.A. and Hash Horn, Scrubber stepped up with a fluorescent orange ‘thingy’ (to give it its technical term) and sounded the off. With the exception of Lapdancer, who quickly disappeared into the distance, the pack broke into a gentle lumber. Shiggy had been promised and we were not disappointed. After 10 minutes we came upon our first Checking, only to find the next mark on the other side of a very wide stream. Feeble bleating arose from the pack as we tried to find a bridge, stepping-stones or other means of crossing without dampening our feet. Husker set the example, and was soon waist deep in the inaccurately named ‘stream’. The rest of the pack followed suit (once assured that there was more than one mark on the other side) and tried to out-do each other by choosing increasingly more stupid places to cross. Full points must surely go to the Virgins, Reiner and Stephane, who displayed the ‘right stuff’ by completely failing to use their brains, resulting in 75% saturation for both of them. The rest of the course seemed quite quiet in comparison, as we wove our way through streets, hills, parkland and over bridges as we slowly dried out. By the time we arrived back at the On In, we had reached the lamentable condition of being as dry on the outside as we were on the in. From the On In it was a short drive down to where we were to have the Circle. After manhandling the coolers over a few obstacles, we could finally relax in the shade of the trees, and rehydrate a little.   Due to the pressing travel arrangements of one of the virgins, a hasty Circle was called. First up for Down Down was the hare Beaver Chops. After receiving unanimous approval for the run, he was DD’d – simultaneously providing an example of how to DD for the Virgins, who were up next. Once they were DD’d, I was called ‘front’n’centre’ for a Birthday DD. Following on from this, the Chief Snitch tried to grass up most of the pack for not shouting ‘On On’ at the marks – a move which backfired, as we all vouched safe for each other that we had. There followed one of the longest DD’s in Hash history, with as much beer going outside the Chief Snitch as inside her! Final DD of the day went to Lapdancer for being an F.R.B., as none of the rest of the pack really liked being shown up! Do-It-Yourself was then called upon to provide the ritual abuse of the Hash Hymn, in the absence of the R.A. and Song Meister. Verses 1 and 3 were singled out and attacked with gusto, as the Virgins looked on in disbelief. Great run! On On Do-It-Yourself.