the door creaked and out ran the grand old duke of york with his men
shortly following. You gasp as they burst into song, "Oh the
grand old duke, he had 10,000 men, he marched them up to the top of
the hill and he marched them down again, and when they were up they
were up and when they were down they were down, and when they were
only half way up they were neither up nor down."
You sigh and walk off down the hill towards the grass verge infront of
your house. Suddenly you hear the womaN scream again and running out
of the house, "wwwwhat's that," you whisper to
Dave.