Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Yule Lads: Mayhem at the North Pole Part 18


Bowl Licker had tried to snatch the bowl from Rufus.  The huge North Pole sheepdog had latched on the edge with his teeth as Bowl Licker pulled with both hands. 
Door Sniffer fell over laughing when he saw Bowl Licker brace his feet against the sheepdog’s chest.  Rufus refused to let go of the bowl.  He shook his mighty head back and forth and poor Bowl Licker flapped around like a wet rag.
The sound of running footsteps in the hall sent them all through the closest doorway.  Door Sniffer, Spoon Licker, Pot Scraper and Bowl Licker scrambled around the dim room, each finding a small hiding place. 

Bowl Licker ducked behind the door.  Door Sniffer jumped in a large open barrel.  Pot Scraper scrambled up the shelves with Spoon Licker hot on his heels.  They each found canisters and boxes to hide behind.  This was some closet!

They listened for a moment to the sound in the kitchen.  It was calming down, so they felt a bit braver. 
The small dim room smelled wonderful.  Door Sniffer popped his head up and reached over to a nearby shelf.  Cookies!  He nibbled on a few.
Getting more daring, he crawled out of the barrel and up to the next shelf.  It was lined with fruit-filled cakes!  He nibbled some more.  Spoon Licker started exploring too. 

There weren’t any ooey-gooey spoons in there, but he saw a canister of clean ones waiting to be used.  He needed one!  Carefully, he crawled over to snatch one as Pot Scraper explored the shelf below.

Bowl Licker was on the other side of the room, watching his three troll brothers crawl around, sniffing, slurping, and drooling over everything. 
He heard a creaking sound.

He heard a crack.
The wood shelves started to moan and groan and Bowl Licker saw the whole wall come crashing towards him.

Flour flew in the air, sugar sprayed everywhere and there was a choking thick cloud of cinnamon that rose in a puff of smoke.  Corn syrup oozed from jars and dripped, joining with globs of honey and strawberry preserves to make a huge sticky mess in the center of the floor.

The four Yule Lads were buried!

2 comments:

  1. Love to read the story and look at the drawings of the yule lads, and wondering whats next :-)

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