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Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 14
That goes to show what a coward Morris is, thought Alf, laughing quietly into his hand. He strolled up onto Trollop Knoll and picked up the gardener's basket, still full of toadstools. Wispy clouds had gathered again, shading the moon and making the night dark. This was no problem for Alf; with his third eye, he could see as if it were the middle of the day.
He wondered if the toadstools were valuable. Sibyl would pay him well and appreciate how much braver he was than Morris. Not that there was any doubt. Yes, it had been worth his time to come out here tonight.
Alf crept back to his hiding place by the glen, opened his third eye, and gazed inside Morris's tent by the lake. The little man had drawn the zips tight and stood in the glow of a lamp. He’d buried his fingers in his hair and rocked on his feet like a boxer waiting for the bell. Despite the cold, sweat glistened on his brow.
The gutless man worries that the troll will follow and attack him in his tent, thought Alf, and chuckled. Yes, unfortunately, trolls could be nasty at midnight this time of year.
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