♪♫ Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things… ♫♪
It sounded like her doorbell, if Ackelea had decided on the world’s twee-est doorbell. It sounded like a weird prank for late in the evening the day after Hell Night. It sounded like she ought to open her door, because it had just moved on to
♪♫ Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles… ♫♪
and the Dead Gods alone knew what schnitzel with noodles was supposed to be.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, intercom on, I’m coming.”
♪♫ Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things ♫♪
“Dead things and intercom off blasted gods stop ringing already I’m on my way” She yanked the door open, remembering only then that she was wearing her oldest pair of shorts and her bra, because who visited anyone on the evening after Hell Night?
♪♫ Brown paper packages tied up with strings… ♫♪ The doorbell cut off as she opened her door, which was a small blessing at least.
“Well, that’s a brown paper package,” Ackelea said, mostly to herself. She wasn’t certain the package could hear her. “And it’s definitely tied up with string. Hope it’s not butcher paper, I don’t think that stuff breathes.”
On her doorstep, wrapped up in almost more string than paper, was something the general size and shape of a human being – or a fae – complete with a tag sticking out.
♪♫ …These are a few of my favorite things… ♫♪
Tip Package 😉
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