Northern Exposure

By Northern

Shhhhh....

...I'm hiding.

The dwarves discovered I made a pact with the dragon. After a lot of garbled dwarfish muttering, sharpening of axes and decorating of beards with Quality Street wrappers, I decided I had best make myself scarce.

I've been here since tea-time. It's dark, there's a strange noise behind the boiler and I need a pee.

The dragon is no where to be seen and the dwarves don't show any sign of getting sleepy.

Does anybody have a fairy godmother handy?

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