Too-Tall had been breeding these mushrooms from the steaming heaps of reindeer poop.
Before I leave, Too-Tall says, “Oh, and remember, with the mushrooms you can always take more, but you can never take less.”
I take another pinch of mushroom caps, but those are still dry and taste the way reindeer smell so I suck on a candy cane.
All this walking in the snow’s got my feet throbbing to the tune of ‘Little Drummer Boy.’
My legs bounce like Jack-in-the-Box springs, and there’s a rising feeling like chimney smoke in my chest.
The window flies at us and we crash through, sending sparkling glass down on the football team of Krampusses waiting below.