White cuff and Hunkeshriek requested

White cuff and Hunkeshriek requested.

The crackle of burning pines fuses with the musty odor of archaic taxidermy and old cigars.
Grudgingly the chill pre-winter vapors are dispelled from the great wooden hall.

This afternoon finds Fräut Boring playing the role of family matriarch.
Her favorite niece “Moeche” is enjoying a brief stay in the guest wing while on leave from her panzet unit.
They are discussing the guest list options for a very important occasion.

One of the young 2nd cousin’s is coming of age.
Her “Bludtagnacht” is to be attended by a most select and exclusive list of guests.
Great care is being given to the selection process.

Moeche jauntily reclines in a leather chair feeding carrots to the miniature mountain buffalo running loose at her side. Auntie Boring continues to scan her oft revised dignitary list.

“We must of course include someone from the fFixen Klan, I was thinking of your 3rd cousin Glitchen…”

“She’s not any fun at all!” Moeche announces.

“No she’s not.” Replies Fräut Boring. “But she must be invited anyway!
Now please assist me with these preparations. We’ll need to have the invites sent out directly.
The lunar phases won’t abide us any more time for procrastination!”

“Jawohl– meine Tante”. Moeche answers with a fain salute.

A new aroma suddenly announces it’s arrival in the great hall…
The mountain Hunke has just shit upon the floor.

“Oh Dieter, come quickly! Deal with this– unpleasantness…”

“Now where were we?…”