The common was covered in mist and the green was frosted.
That sounds like the opening sentence of a 'who dunnit?' 
The common was covered in mist and the green was frosted.
The voluptuous Wench was out walking her pet beagle, when she heard rapid footsteps behind her.
The trusty beagle, ever alert to danger, catching a faint aroma of Welshness mingled with stale cabbage and chalk dust, wisely sloped off into the bushes out of harm's way.
The Wench then pulled her trusty grenade launcher from her trendy Cath Kidston handbag and blasted in the direction of the creepy stalker. Thus shattering the peace but rendering her safe from freaky weirdos.
Fearless Wench then gaily skipped back to the deep undergrowth, shaking small pieces of blood and gore from her glowing burnished tresses, drew her Uzi sub machine gun from her combat trousers and pointed this down at the smoldering mess that had previously been BM
What the heck did you think you were doing BM? she inquired in her lilting melodious Surrey'ish accent.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mumbled BM - no more Wenchy please, be kind to me I am but a poor and lost sole who can only bask in your reflected goodness and wonderfulness. I didn't mean to incur your wrath but I wanted to bring your this Wispa that I had carried all the way across the waters of my recent travels.
Huh retorted fearless Wench, leaning down to give the errant pooch a slap on the snout to discourage it from further savaging the meat from BM's now fractured and mangled leg, through which bright white shin bone was reflecting in the Winter moonlight.
Perhaps that will teach you and others, she said, to remember .................................................?????
