So now we were stuck outside. In the dark. With no protection.

Or light.

Because the sun had decided enough was enough and had run off somewhere, persuading the moon to be a substitute. And it was a pretty bad substitute.

The dim glow given off by the useless white ball showed us no way to return to our safe, angry-sheep-infested home. So Tom grabbed some wood, fashioned a crafting table, made a wooden pick, nabbed some stone, crafted a furnace, and charcoaled some more wood. He made a torch and we sat round it.

There was silence apart from a faint 'baa' of an angry sheep that was probably wondering where we went.

"We messed that up," Tom muttered.

*Clack*.

Tom paused. "Did you say something?" he asked me.

*Clack*.

"No," I answered.

*Clack clack*.

"Why?"

*Clack, clack clack clack, clack clack*.

"I can hear skeletons," Tom said.

"You mean inanimate objects with a personality?"

*Clackety clackety clack*.

"An evil personality," Tom said.

*Cluck cluck cluck*.

"I HEARD THEM!" I screamed.

"Shut up!" Tom hissed. "That was a chicken. Got a sword handy?"

*WHOOOSH!*

Tom was answered with an arrow that sailed right over his head.

"Blind and deaf skeleton," Tom deduced.

"I could say that for every skeleton we meet."

"Nah, some of them just don't have their heads screwed on right."

There was a sudden rustle in the bushes, and a skeleton leapt out. It had no face. But as it ran past us, we saw its face - on the opposite side it was meant to go on.

It ran into the trees opposite, giggling manically, ignoring us.

"See what I mean?" Tom said after the troubling laughing had faded away.

"That was a blind, deaf and completely idiotic skeleton," I corrected.

There was another rustle in the bushes.

"Deaf and blind," Tom predicted.

"I HEARD THAT."

Tom suddenly leapt to his feet and scanned the surrounding forest.

"JUST BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE EARS, THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE CAN'T HEAR YOU..."

Tom sat down again with a hopeless look on his face.

"...We're surrounded by around 50 skeletons, all equipped with exploding arrows," Tom sighed. "It's the end... for the third time..."

"STAND, MY BRETHEN."

Tom put his head in his hands. "That voice means we're in even more trouble."

All around them, skeleton heads and their charged bows raised up and out of the shrubbery, showing that we were, in fact, completely surrounded.

Then a human-shaped silhouette rose up in front of us and pointed a shadowy finger at us. "Kill them," it growled.

The sun had just peeked its head over the horizon. Too bad we weren't alive to see it.

A few bangs, and it was over.