The sun beat down on Springfield, the sky was blue, the forecast was good. Saturday, the kids were off school for weekend, the air was filled with chirping birds laughing kids and not a cloud was to be seen. In the simpsons back garden bart was learning how to play cricket, an English game for gentlemen, apparently. His teacher was nelson, bart had been surprised when he had been asked, he had loomed over him with this bat in his hand, bart was sure he was for a beating, he didn’t know what for, but in general nelson didn’t need a reason to dish out his beatings. It would seem, nelson had begun that with my mates away and nothing to do but kick around time, I am going to have to spend some time with you bart simpson, I hope you don’t mind, and with that he slapped the bat up and down in his hand, a bit menacingly for barts liking. If truth be known Milhouse had gone away this weekend too with his mother and all he had to do was kick about town really, so he accepted.