Roo

Thirty scouts have saluted the wrong thing

You called pull. He turned up instead

Off the map

Cut and laid

Roo at a village show ferret race, walking the centre board toward the finish.

First out from under the bridge and no stick has gone in yet

Timber

Line of the ball

Dead man walking

Accounts have stopped bowling

The patient has sat up for him

Every dog in the ring has broken its stack for him

Charmed

Eight pies are in and nobody is chewing

The handstand is still up and neither pen has moved

You're strapped in, canopy down, cable on. The run isn't clear

Paddles up

The doors have just opened and he was already in

The bell is up and the cry has stopped

Roo on the T of a squash court with the ball still up.