In the last post: Ignoring the rediculous warnings about trolls, Morris heads for the forest, and Alf decides to have some fun with him...
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Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 05
Alf couldn't help but chuckle at the plan forming in his mind. There was no hurry to set it in motion, so he strolled back to his gatehouse cottage and flipped a bloody beefsteak into a frying pan. Him and his little robot friend, Crusher, were on perimeter duty tonight, making sure The Cloud Estate’s alarms were in order. If he hurried, he would be in time to sneak down to the lake before midnight where Morris had made camp.
At midnight, the pompous little man would search for toadstools. Despite the warnings, Morris didn’t believe that trolls would also be out looking for them. Alf didn’t believe in trolls either, but that wasn’t the point. Morris needed to have his manhood tested, and Alf was about to make sure the test would be tough.
Giving the beefsteak no more than a minute on each side, Alf wolfed the juicy chunk of meat down his throat, gulped a mug of creamy tea, and threw himself on a sofa for a little nap. The night would be long, and much more fun than usual.
The real world:
Up here in Norway’s Arctic North, we’ve had a bit of snow. This is what my dustbin (trashcan) looks like:
No matter how much I have, there's no joy unless I can share it.