Scrimp’s Magical Face 2

Scrimp ambled, facelessly around his house moaning in agony.
'GREG!! GRAG!! You foul demons from the abyss! I will find you and tear off your faces while playing the Marsiellaise backwards!'.

There was the unmistakalbe blare ofr quiet trumpeting which Scrimp heard outside his house.
Scrimp looked out of the window (his eyes still worked) and saw Greg Grag and their little brother, Gryg playing catch wich a strange looking ball.

'It looks like...MY FACE!!' Scrimp burst out of his house shrieking 'RETURN MY FACE TO ME AT ONCE!!' Greg, Grag and Gryg stared at Scrimp.
'Surely you are dead' Gryg whispered
'I'll never die until my face is reunited with my body.'
Greg unrolled the ball and Scrimp looked upon his face, a single tear fell from his eye to the ground, where a single white rose sprouted from the ground.

'By jove, I'm reunited with my...face' Scrimp said as a he wept.'

Greg, Grag and Gryg were joined by Grig who proceeded to kick Scrimp hard in the crotch several times.

Gryg then stole Scrimp's face and fled into the woods, followed cosly by Greg and Grag.

Scrimp got up unsteadily, ripped off Gryg's head and threw it at Grag who colapsed to the ground, unconsious.

Breathing heavily, Scrimp pulled out his trumpet and began to play...

TO BE CONTINUED