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“O camel ye faithful?” I like it!
“Hello guys?” says a postman, appearing from around a corner, looking embarrassed because he’s dressed like a robin. “It’s a Christmas thing,” he mumbles apologetically. “Listen, I’m running late. I’ve got a parcel for the minotaur but I’ve got lost and am really behind on my deliveries.”
What’s in it?
“Not sure. I’ve given it a good shake… sounds like a… Jar of jam? Maybe chutney?”
Do minotaurs even like chutney? [*]
“Couldn’t send it by Amazon, could they? I mean! Oh no, burden the poor old postie!”
Is this guy going to stop complaining?
“Tried to leave it with the neighbours, didn’t I? Bloody elves wouldn’t sign for it… kept mumbling about not being allowed to sign, or something…? Something about it being too much of an ‘Elf Risk’? Whatever… Look… will you take the parcel to him for me, please?”
This has got to be a joke, hasn’t it?
[*] Yes, they do. Very much. They’ll have it with anything!