I'm going to start posting in fairy tales in an effort to make my everyday sound like it took place in a land far far away. (that princess post a few days ago was actually completely true. Her dad offered me a 500,000 house and 10,000 in my bank account as long as i stayed with her and kept the kid. Probably would have met nelson mandela. Ah well)
At work in the dragoon stables quietly repairing the harness's. I felt I was being watched. Two shadows hovered over the buckles and in the reflection of the spurs I made out two qrotesque and sinister monsters. Their eyes bored into me their rank bodies twisted and distorted moved closer making all the air dead, stale and quiet. One shorter than the other by a comical extent with rat sharp eyes and protruded nose hissed in a stream of cunning slippery words "what do you think you are doing". Slightly aghast at the weird intrusion into my work, yet pondering that no answer could disarm the negative intent I replied sharply "my job, what are you two doing here". The other taller one now loomed over surprised I had noticed bellowed in deep tones "we're watching for mistakes" His head broad and hard as rock, towered over and his arms dragged along the cobbled floor. I began "mistakes? it seems the only mistake I have made is to not have hidden away in some more secluded spot away from the scanning eyes of the pair of you". "were only trying to help" the creeping one interjected as he leaped up onto the desk and sniffed wildly at the clasp I had just made. "and what is this?" the troll added as he lifted an arm with fingers like poles outstretched pointing at the heap of bundled leather. " that would be the old worn and rotted brace that I'm trying to repair". "Oh" said the troll defeated by his own investigations, "well we'll keep an eye and ear open if you need any "help" " the rat sniffed as he withdrew clumsily falling from the bench with a bump. As they left with the troll keeping an eye on his mate being sure not to crumple him underfoot. I realised this hadnt been the first time, that these two were the probable reasons for my tools that have gone missing and for my work to be shifted around before I had finished. I got back to work with a sigh and waited till there next inspection preparing for a confrontation, i daydreamed of ways of beating them away as i heard a high pitched squeak it seemed the troll had stumbled on his mate.
At work in the dragoon stables quietly repairing the harness's. I felt I was being watched. Two shadows hovered over the buckles and in the reflection of the spurs I made out two qrotesque and sinister monsters. Their eyes bored into me their rank bodies twisted and distorted moved closer making all the air dead, stale and quiet. One shorter than the other by a comical extent with rat sharp eyes and protruded nose hissed in a stream of cunning slippery words "what do you think you are doing". Slightly aghast at the weird intrusion into my work, yet pondering that no answer could disarm the negative intent I replied sharply "my job, what are you two doing here". The other taller one now loomed over surprised I had noticed bellowed in deep tones "we're watching for mistakes" His head broad and hard as rock, towered over and his arms dragged along the cobbled floor. I began "mistakes? it seems the only mistake I have made is to not have hidden away in some more secluded spot away from the scanning eyes of the pair of you". "were only trying to help" the creeping one interjected as he leaped up onto the desk and sniffed wildly at the clasp I had just made. "and what is this?" the troll added as he lifted an arm with fingers like poles outstretched pointing at the heap of bundled leather. " that would be the old worn and rotted brace that I'm trying to repair". "Oh" said the troll defeated by his own investigations, "well we'll keep an eye and ear open if you need any "help" " the rat sniffed as he withdrew clumsily falling from the bench with a bump. As they left with the troll keeping an eye on his mate being sure not to crumple him underfoot. I realised this hadnt been the first time, that these two were the probable reasons for my tools that have gone missing and for my work to be shifted around before I had finished. I got back to work with a sigh and waited till there next inspection preparing for a confrontation, i daydreamed of ways of beating them away as i heard a high pitched squeak it seemed the troll had stumbled on his mate.
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sooo, work's going well then?