“Holy smokes!” Jim declared as the turkey voice jumped free, ax still embedded in the bird’s throat.
An inch high, the gnarled gobble goblin fled.
“Ma won’t forgive me if’n it gets away – that’s the best part!”
Jim shot after the drintling, heavy boots spitting up crick worthy waves of mud. The hobble backed thing’s nubbins got stuck.
“Gotcha!”
Jim loomed, the pathetic cluck shivering beneath his shadow.
From the woods: crows of wraith roosters, quacking of cadaverous ducks, haunting chirruping and cawing of all kinds. When Jim saw the drintling’s beady eyes he knew whose goose was cooked.
An inch high, the gnarled gobble goblin fled.
“Ma won’t forgive me if’n it gets away – that’s the best part!”
Jim shot after the drintling, heavy boots spitting up crick worthy waves of mud. The hobble backed thing’s nubbins got stuck.
“Gotcha!”
Jim loomed, the pathetic cluck shivering beneath his shadow.
From the woods: crows of wraith roosters, quacking of cadaverous ducks, haunting chirruping and cawing of all kinds. When Jim saw the drintling’s beady eyes he knew whose goose was cooked.
