Just in case you need a great early game arm to fill out your bullpen. 86 H/9, 95 K/9, 32 stamina. Possibly the best gold you can find in TA.
Season 4 Episode 2 had the whole family at Windsor Castle playing “ibble dibbld”, which is a drinking game. It was mentioned of “tests” being done on new people by DT, and turns out its true !
Info on the game and how to play.
https://www.thrillist.com/amphtml/entertainment/nation/how-to-play-ibble-dibble-drinking-game-the-crown-season-4
In a Dibble for Dibbles
My grandma's home was in a tranquil village. Every once in a while I hopped in there for that relaxation I couldn't find in the cities. Her home being in intimacy with the beach gave me comfort.
One morning, as I was peacefully eating my breakfast I heard a commotion in the backyard. Gran came stumbling from the back door. As soon as she entered my gaze halted at the scratches on her apron. I noticed further that she was gasping and there her left sleeve was torn from the shoulder. "Oh my goodness, what happened?"
She leaned with her back on the door and wiping the sweat off her forehead, she answered, "It's the cats again. Your wildcat and Mrs Hutchinson's do NOT get along." Then in an agitated tone, she continued, "Didn't I tell you that already, A 100 TIMES! Now, look at all my goats, they are trembling to death! My entire farm is ransacked!"
She indicated towards the barn with both hands as I sat there unable to think what to do. Thankfully, Gran shouting again saved me the trouble to think.
"Now, listen young lady, you coming here every month is fine. But if you ever bring THAT wilderness along with you, consider yourself cut off from me, FOREVER! Now, get hopping and find that cat of yours, and never unleash it, EVER AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
The answer exited my mouth faster than my reflexes would have allowed - "Yes ma'am. On my way." Saying that I ran out of her home from the back door with an apologetic face, ignoring her intense stare to burn me.
The situation was quite worse. The hay was scattered all over the place, few milk cans had spilt over and considering the scratch on one of the goat's furs I concluded that my vegetarian cat wasn't interested in veggies any more. I looked around to leash her, but I couldn't find her around. I glanced around the goats, near the hay, under the tables, around a tractor - but it was all in vain. I even uselessly searched around the milk cans knowing that, that would be the last place she could hide since she is lactose intolerant.
"Are you searching for Dibbles?"
I turned towards the voice to see my neighbour Mr Hutchinson's daughter, Laura, leaning on the fence dividing our home from theirs. She was a cute little 9 years old, who loved playing pranks. I was always cautious around her.
"Yep, I can't find her," I confessed, "Gran, said that she had a pretty nasty quarrel with your cat?"
"Oh yes. That was quite a racket."
I was reddening with shame now, "So did you see m
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