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charlie_cochraneAs promised, this story was an exclusive present from me to newsletter subscribers. It's the third part in the ongoing story of everyday wereglyptodonts, and one with a Christmas theme. I've just sent it to the existing mailing list and will organise a resend or two later in the month - anyone who signs up between now and December 31st will receive a copy.
On the first day of Christmas my true love—Jonny Telfer, he of the giant armadillo type tendencies come the full moon—gave to me...
Okay, in the interests of truth, the whole truth and nothing but, it was the first day of Advent. Which was technically December 3rd this year, so all of you who were tucking into the little chocolate Christmas trees out of your Advent calendar on December 1st had jumped the gun and should be disqualified. And guess what it was in the lunar cycle? Yep, you’ve got it spot on. So himself had to make sure he stayed indoors so he didn’t scare the hassocks off the folk coming home from evensong.
He likes a bit of evensong, does Jonny, which might come as a surprise although not because of his shifter tendencies—even wereglyptodonts are allowed to have their reflective moments—but given his slightly larcenous tendencies. Now he’d say that it was just the one incident, that he had every justification for relocating the funds and that he’d been keeping his nose (and snout) clean both before and after. I think I believe him.
On the first day of Christmas my true love—Jonny Telfer, he of the giant armadillo type tendencies come the full moon—gave to me...
Okay, in the interests of truth, the whole truth and nothing but, it was the first day of Advent. Which was technically December 3rd this year, so all of you who were tucking into the little chocolate Christmas trees out of your Advent calendar on December 1st had jumped the gun and should be disqualified. And guess what it was in the lunar cycle? Yep, you’ve got it spot on. So himself had to make sure he stayed indoors so he didn’t scare the hassocks off the folk coming home from evensong.
He likes a bit of evensong, does Jonny, which might come as a surprise although not because of his shifter tendencies—even wereglyptodonts are allowed to have their reflective moments—but given his slightly larcenous tendencies. Now he’d say that it was just the one incident, that he had every justification for relocating the funds and that he’d been keeping his nose (and snout) clean both before and after. I think I believe him.
