the smuggler’s bible

Groodle Yux

Every evening, Groodle Yux wakes up hungry for child bones. But—you know, as a general rule—kids don’t get lost in the forest the way they used to. So Groodle Yux stomps around for a little while, then begins to follow the rutted old path toward the village.

“And what? The path goes right past our house, is that it?”

Like, pretty close. I guess.

“Weird that you’re just now bringing this up.”

I didn’t want it to be a big deal.

“Groodle Yux and his bones obsession. That’s what you mean, right?”

OoOoOoh, spooky!

“Whatever. GOOD NIGHT, DAD.”