My father and I joinned him in this rather absurd excercise, and for the second time that morning clouds of pheasants rose up into the air, clapping their enormous wings. It was then I realized that in order to fly across the road, the birds would first have to over Mr Hazell's mighty Rolls-Royce which lay right in their path with its door still open. Most of the pheasants were too dopey to manager this, so down they came again smack on top of the great silver car. They were all over the roof and the bonnet, slicing and slithering and trying to keep a grip on that beautifully polished surface. I could hear their sharp claws scraping into the paintwork as they were depositingg their dirty droppings all over the roof.
Get them off' screamed Mr Hazell.'Get them away.
'Don't you worry, Mr'Azell,sir,'Sergeant Samways cried out. 'We'll fix'em for you. Come on, boy Heasy dose it Shoo' em right over the road'
' Not on my car, you idiot' Mr Hazell bellwed, jumping up and down. 'Send them the other way'
'We will' sir'we will' answered sergeant Samways
In less than a minute, the Rolls was literally festooned with pheasants,all scratching and scrabbling and making their disgusting runny messes over the shiny silver paint. What is more, I saw at least a dozen of them fly right inside the car through the open door by the driver's seat. Whether or not Sergeant Samways had conningly steered them in there himself, I didn't know, but it happened so quickly that Mr Hazell never even noticed.
Get those birds off my car Mr Hazell bellowed.
Can't you see they're ruining the paintwork, you madman.
Paintwork? Sergeant Samways said. What paintwork? He had stopped chasing the pheasants now and he stood there looking at Mr Hazell and shaking his hea sadly from side to side. We've done our very best to hencourage these birds over the road' he said but they're too hignirant to hunderstand.
My car man shouted Mr Hazell. Get them way from my car.
Ah' the sergeant said. your can. Yes I see what you mean,sir. Beastly dirty birds, pheasants are.But why don't you just 'op in quick and drive 'er away fast? They'll 'ave to get off then, won't they?