December 11th, 2009
Duddles is staring at the account. I don’t know why, Dooley seemed happy with it, maybe he’s just daft.
So. Silly dafty Duddles is looking at that Account and wondering what to do. I knoe what to do, nothing, go to bed, but he’s thinking of other things.
“How do we find him?” he mutter to himself. Oh he’s talking about the Antisnatter again. I don’t know why he’s so fussed about this. Antisnatter’s not doing anything this year.
Oe, look. It looks like Duddles has got himself an idea.
He pull out a little device… oh yes of course, very clever! It’s the Snat-Nav thing he recently invented. What a clever little inventing elf Duddles keeps turning out to be. I thought he’d attached it to Snatter’s slé, but apparently he had his own, all along.
He type “Antisnatter” into it.
There a pause, as the elfey gears inside the Snat-Nav turn and wiggly sticks wiggle around at them (that’s how duddle machines work).
after a bit of quiet,
“Proceed, to the end of the road, and turn, left,” it say in a ladyvoice.