I rode on toffee brown horse who was cantering gently towards the green, plain countryside. My back was sore with riding on a jet black saddle. All the bones jumped frantically inside me. Jerry my friend complained about feeling like a sack of bones. This made me laugh hysterically. We opened our stolen loot of food carefully. Crisps were bulging in their packets .I was about to thrust a pack of salt; vinegar into his hands when our horses tripped on something red. We fell headlong into a bank. A pipe was the source of the human made pit. I swam like mad; surfaced.