In the last post: Morris camps by the lake. All he needs now to complete his contentment is the company of a dainty lady troll...
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Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 08
Alf, who knew Morris had camped by the lake and would spend the night searching for toadstools, decided to have a little fun with him. He'd already started his night patrol, made a circuit of The Cloud Mansion, and now jogged around the estate's boundaries, checking the fences and high stone walls. Crusher trotted by his side and Alf kept nudging its shoulder, trying to make the little robot lose balance and topple. "You make for boring company," chortled Alf, "but we'll soon be having us a belly laugh."
Reaching the end of his round, and satisfied all was well, Alf darted off toward the glen by the lake. The evening was dark, and dense trees stole most of the remaining light, but he didn't need a torch. Young Master Trevor had adapted a titanium plate in his brow that, among other marvels, improved his third eye. Now, even if he put a bucket over his head, wore a blindfold, and scrunched his eyes shut, with the aide of his third eye he could still see where he was going.
Crusher followed in his heels. Although nimble, the little robot wasn’t stealthy and its hydraulics made a faint whine. Before putting his plan of terror into action, Alf would have to leave Crusher hidden.
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