Saturday, 27 October 2012

Harbull's horn of plenty

With the unexpected and (so far) bloodless end to their standoff Harbull exhaled in relief... and inhaled with hope of catching whiffs of something edible amongst the recently abandoned supplies. Surely even men of such low standing would not have forgotten to pack a lunch or two?
He left off any consideration of what such lunches might consist of as he strolled over to a nearby crate.
"Now what are the chances of there being a nice big cheese inside of you?"

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