100 Below, Part the Third.

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader decided that if the Poet Laureate could do it, and the Smallholder could do it; then he could too. Here is his 100 Below contribution:

Hamish scratched himself.

Across the field the herd was grazing. The morning sun warmed them.

It was going to be one of those days.

He smiled broadly, and then lifted his kilt to relieve himself. He noticed a few of the long-haired cows turned to watch him.

In the corner of his eye he saw something. The sun silhouetted a husky man.

It was Bruce.

Bruce bounced something angrily in his hands.

Was it a walking stick?

Was it a broadsword?

Did Bruce know?

It was going to be one of those days.

With 7 words to spare.

Carry on.