The Fearless Gnome

Alas, at Printers Row, something came over me ... something ... I dunno.

First, I cut myself flossing ... how might that happen, you ask.

Then, a thirst ... no, not for Mountain Dew ... something red ... well, I like wine, but it wasn't wine either.

... or Punch flavored Hawaiian Punch.

BLOOD!

Yeah, I craved it.

And when this feeling came across me, I knew I needed it.

But not ordinary blood, no, not that... something ... exotic.

Ever more ... I wanted Author Blood!

Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

(snort)

Ahem.

Anyway, as the thirst came over me, I turned to the other authors in our tent, and let long wicked fangs erupt from my mouth.

I reached for them - the authors, not the fangs - and ...

... that's when the fearless gnome attacked.

To be continued...

Norm

http://fangface.homestead.com