29 December 2012
My name's Frost, Jack Frost. My job? To ice bad guys. The worst of them are the grave robbers. I'm currently on the tail of Mr Burke & Mr Hare. You may have heard of them. If you spot them, do not approach them.
I'm currently sneaking through a very dark, quiet cemetery. Quiet with the exception of what sounds like a low throaty bark.
I see the shadowy outline of a body. A body bent over, shoulders hunched, shuddering in time with the low bark.
If that's Burke, Hare won't be far away.
From the depths of the cold earth a body appears. It's carrying something. In the dark it looks like the outline of a box. A large rectangular box, but a box all the same.
Voices are raised. Burke & Hare arguing? I'm not close enough to make out what they're saying but pretty soon punches are being thrown.
One of them goes down hard. Quickly followed by a dull thud & squelch.
That low bark is still going on.
I've been spotted. Something's coming towards me. Moving fast & with the low bark. It's, it's the large box.
A large box? In a cemetery?
Got it! It's a coffin!
Wait, I'm being chased by a coffin?
I can deal with this. I stop in my tracks & turn to face it. Geez, it's a big beast. I reach inside my jacket & pull out a silver blister pack.
I throw it at the coffin & the coffin stops.
Gotta love throat sweets!
Jack Frost • Opuss № I