Hedge Fund
Alaric, the Third Assistant Royal Gardener, peeked through the briar hedge, staring openmouthed at the sight of his coworkers and employers in their magical sleep.
“Faerie magic,” said the pixie, breathlessly. She’d seen it all, and told him the tale.
“No job, and tomorrow’s—would’ve been—payday,” he thought.
He slouched off to the pub, where he told his woes to a rapt audience.
When he’d finished, a traveler threw him a coin. “That was great! Tell us another one.”
Alaric blinked. He reckoned he’d just made a…whatsit, a career change.
“Once, there were these dwarves, see. Seven of ‘em…”
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April 8th, 2007 at 9:42 am
Nice!
I’m glad to see you writing more of these.
April 9th, 2007 at 2:59 pm
I never really intended to stop. It’s just that they tend to come in waves.