December 5th, 2009
I think I’m going to follow Duddles and Dooley, who are going into the workshop. Duddles has got his hands stuffed in his jacket ’cause it’s really cold out here.
“Are you worried?” he say
“Well I’m alert and guarded,” Dooley reply, “guarded and alert. I’m just concerned about this whole Christmas thing. I mean, we all knew it was coming, but now we have this weird proclamation from on high that it’s Coming, with a capital C.”
“Christmas is Coming,” say Duddles to himself. “But what can that mean? I wish that high-Ninja chap would stick around for more than a couple of seconds together so I could actually ask him, that’s all. I expect it’s nothing to worry about though.”
“Yes,” say Dooley, “I expect it’s nothing to worry about.”
But then they turn around and see something.
“Cor dear,” go Dooley. “We shouldn’t give that goose so much bread all the while, he’s getting a bit, I mean he’s obviously full.”
That’s om-nominous foreshadowing, is that.
Duddles & Dooley run in, take off their coats (it’s nice and warm in workshop today) and scamper off, to prepare and worry, worry and prepare.