Dark, thick smoke filled the night air. If

Dark, thick smoke filled the night air. If only things had been different...

for me. I noticed the dark smoke was actually a dense fog. It covered the entire area and made it hard to see the surroundings. All of a sudden out of the fog, I saw

a lot more fog. Relentless dense smelly fog. It mocked me with it's nasty one liners. "Your pathetic little eyes are no good here". I surged forward, finding relief in the nearby

Alcove that housed a rather menacing looking gnome. I crouched to hide from the fog. "Psst. They'll surely find ya there." It was the gnome."Ya gotta move if ya wanna live" I stand

corrected I thought, and was a little embarrassed. It was the Drinking Victim Gnome. He had a fancy mustache and beer soaked cap. He was raving drunk and frothing at the mouth.

Little known fact: drunken-gnome-froth is a delicacy in the nearby town of Grestlebadt. I pulled out a bottle and collected some of the froth left on the ground. I could sell this

Patients with chronic sinusitis. Hansel was not one of them. He was aware how Black Beard was a quack and warned Gretel. It happened to be just in time for the revolution. Lucky...

So thanks to Hansel, Gretel avoided Black Beard's bad advice and bought herself a Neti Pot, which did nothing for her sinusitis but did cause others to pity her desperation.

But pity can only get you so far. So she loaded up the old tour bus, set it on fire and rolled it down from the top of Main St. the 3 miles to City Hall where it caused a sneeze.