"A stinging hand descended upon the crouching Piggy"
"Oh, butter-fingers!"
"Clumsy!"
"Get your arms in to it!"
"Now!"
Warned by a chorus of instructions Moore strove a dozen times to retain the tantalising spinning oval, which constantly slipped his grasp with a smart reminder as it bounded away.
"My boy, your education has been neglected," said Jock in disgust. "At least try and learn how to fall on the ball. Watch."