Merry Dickens

Last night my human told me a story about a door-nail named Marlowe or Marley or something like that. For some reason she insisted that this door-nail was dead. Only a moment later said door-nail turned into a ghost. Yeah, whatever.

Also, it was called a Carol for some reason. Thankfully my human did not try to sing the whole story to me.

Anyway, this guy, Scrooge, who definitely was one of the more sensible humans, had a bit of a problem with ghosts. But instead of calling a wizard or warlock to get rid of them he just whined and complained. Typical.

The ghosts on the other hand seemed to be quite confused themselves. Instead of turning this guy into a whimpering heap of madness once and for all they brought him safely back home! Every. Single. Time.

In the end it was all merriment and pleasantness. There was some partying and feasting, alright, but come on! Where was the chaos and mayhem? All the fun they could have had! The only thing that sounded truly promising in the end was the bowl of smoking bishop. Looking very much forward to hearing more about that.

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