The Trouble With Imps

The old Gypsy awoke to find a dozen chittering imps ransacking her parlor. She jumped out of her chair, flour sack in hand, grabbed the tiny pests and stuffed them inside. Tossing the squirming sack onto a roaring fire, she returned to her chair as yowling imps shot up the chimney.

“I hate uninvited guests.”

 

Michael Coady.

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