season’s beatings

“I just feel like it’s all closing in on me, Aunt Emerald.”

“There there, Greg dearest. A nice meeting will cheer you up. New friends to meet as well.”

“I… guess so.”

—–

“See. All nice, clean cut boys, Greg. Wonderful new friends all.”

“I suppose.”

“Surely one of them will break down and tell us where their brother Jacob went.”

“40000 for the lot of ’em,” Nawty Santa gruffed from the end of The Table. “Take it or leave it, as they say.”

Aunt Emerald should have guessed long ago that Jacob I. was an elf all grown up and run away from home. The 3 brothers stayed, lucky for her. Now, at a price, she can have her fun with them.

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