So, I tossed a meatbone by the porch and waited. Nothing happened, so I snuck up-side the place and checked a window. It was so damned dark that I couldn’t case the inside, but it had an empty feeling, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, since no dog came for the bone or my ankles, I went round and checked the chimney. It was dead cold, and I just knew my luck was in.
I was right, too. The door wasn’t even locked, which did worry me a little, but it was worth risking. I opened up my lantern and set to work.
November 5, 2013
Voice Week Day 2