Di of Pensitivity has a three word challenge! The words are: self, assaulted, hedgerow.
High winds and slanting rain meant the perfect day for working. Grimwin looked up into the blurriness and felt his lips and cheeks tighten into a grin.
“No pesky sunshine today, self.”
Self smiled as well.
He grabbed at an expectant satchel lumped near the front hole; startled, it *eeeped* as he lifted it. Fortunately, the satchel also enjoyed dismal weather. If it’d had olfactory pockets, its beaten leather would have inhaled deeply at the worm-puddle scents that assaulted it from without the tunnel.
Instead, only Grimwin sucked a musty lungful and scampered to the surface. His still-grinning head popped up within the damp and wilting hedgerow.
“EEEEEEEK!” screeched the farmer’s wife.
Grimwin had enough time to wonder why in the Underworld that sturdy human was gardening today, of all days, when a solid, metallic *thunk!* sent gremlin and satchel back down to a silent dark.
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