Once upon a time in the west,
A scout had been peacefully at rest.
But after hearing a shout,
He went a venturing out.
As time went by
Another scout thought he better try
As no word had been heard
Of his restless comrade.
He sought and he sneaked
And into the bushes he peeked.
Oh no!
If memory serves me well, at least one or two of these figures were a gift from the guys at York. They had been sitting around half painted for a few years and suddenly their time had come. Still lots more before a Pony Wars can be staged.
