Graveyard fragile croquet

Whilst the fragiles have the simple saskatoon berry cup game, a con game to separate rubes, county bumpkins and the greed from their coins, played in taverns, alleys and market days.
But in the darkest most overgrown and ancient part of the cemetery of the innocents, a place gangs meeting up to divvy up their I'll gotten gains dare not venture, those stone creatures of the night have their own game.
With a hollow crack a sun bleached lawless skull rolls and wobbles towards a hoop made of willow branches and ribs. Teeth rattle, a few falling loose as the game progresses. Two teams of rival Unkindnesses play to determine night rights to a disputed city fountain.
The first time Rufus came to the cemetery, he walked along paths cut in by rabbits, coyotes and unkindnesses that wove their way through the over grown grass and bushes, around the weathered, titled and listing headstones. A blood moon casting a orange glow as a fragile skull jawless bounced towards Rufus. The hollow eyes glaring blackness. It rolled to a stop, its teeth resting on the dirt. He stepped back as a ugly snuggle toothed beast with goat like horns rushed out of the darkness, a mallet raised high above his head. Rufus froze, shielding his head with his arms. Ignoring him, the beast swung, smacking the skull, which rolled back from whence it came.
Rounding a large vine covered grotto rufus saw the pitch for Fragile crocet. Grotesques sat perched on headstones. Unkindnesses intermingled with one another as they watched the game being played.
A creature with a muscular bear like neck selected a long femur. In his hairy clawed hands he gave a few practice swings. Cutting the air. Happy with his choice he approached two skulls resting against each other.