“Having a fondness for posies, the stouts charged onto the pitch. They were a little confused when a bunch of dead players crossed the field to meet them for the coin toss. Did they ever smell, thus the posies i guess. Little did the stouts know, but the Posies were new and got a Buzzing handicap, much to their dismay. They rush out on the pitch with the full intention of clobbering the dead dudes, when they noticed that neither of their tree companions were with them. (they would later find out that both Oak and Willow were chasing off a few snotlings that tried to build a treehouse)

4 stouts were BH in the first few turns, one not to return. The stouts did what they could, but couldnt fend off the deceased. Another loss followed, but they furry footed fellows of Guinness will return.

Morale of the story, dont go sniffing posies, unless its Parker Posie.

Cheers on a great win!”