Despite their motto, “We’ll Never Rook You”, the Castle Brothers Moving And Storage aren’t above a drop off from the back of their truck, so I decided my first stop would be Snagg’s Pawnshop.
I found the old gout in his gage at the back of the shop.
“Castle Brothers”, Abel banged his cane, “you know I have no truck with those haulers.”
“Can the Bullfinch, you old mythmaker, unless you want Police Detective, Max Tracker, in here going over your place with a fine truth comb.”
The trick was treat enough to shake the snake’s rattle.
“Alright, alright,” he said “I did buy a cornporn box off the Castles last year, but sold it to a stranger I’ve never seen sense.”
“Yeah”, I laughed, “if I know my granddad, he had enough steamy picts to black the males of most of Gulp Island.
And me, I don’t see you selling such a goal mine.
So cut the cake and lets get down to slices.”