Friday, June 01, 2007


Harold bent a leaf and peered through the fronds. “It’s no good,” he said. “I can’t find it.”

“A blond, you said?” Jasfoup was on his stomach in the grass.

“Yes, to send it to the museum. All I need is the head.”

“We’ve hunted everywhere. You’ll have to give up.”

“I can’t give up.” Harold forced his way through the prickly bushes. “You can’t just order a head offline, you know.”

“A pity that.” Jasfoup grinned and winked.

“That’s pathetic innuendo.”

“It’s a pathetic search. Why did you let the imps play with your dolls in the first place?”

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