Well, Merry Christmas everyone. It doesn’t look very Christmassy here at the moment, with the warm weather and green grass, but I guess I can’t complain.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers story is the first repeat that I participated in before, back in 2012; in fact, it was my 3rd story ever, which you can read here, if you want. I was tempted to use the same story, but I ended up writing a different one.
Okay, I ate the milk and cookies. But I did not eat the Elf on the Shelf.
I know the empty little suit is incriminating but it wasn’t me. Go ask the dog.
True, the suit was found in my bed.
Okay, I admit I ate the elf, but I didn’t attack the presents. The shreds of wrapping paper were planted.
By whom? No clue.
Fine! I shredded the presents, but that was before the fat man climbed down the chimney. I didn’t kill him, I swear.
This is all very stressful, your Honor. I request a scratching post recess.