“Oh, Ognar, I can’t believe that we can’t win this time.” Myrtle, dejected, clasped her hands tightly.
“Ah, but,” Ognar smiled, “we couldn’t possibly have won this one, my sweet pomegranate. We hid some of the treasure, if you remember. So chin up. By the way, did you hear from your cousin in Ipswich?”
“Our Hestle? Oh, I did!” Myrtle’s face softened into a very broad grin. “She told me she’d received the crutch and had hidden it in plain sight.” Her eyes widened with her cheeky expression.
Ognar held up the list of items included in the treasure hunt. “There’s nothing in the rules that says everything has to remain in Yelby. With ‘C’ being in Ipswich, and ‘X’ being hidden under our rockery, I can’t see anyone winning the hunt itself… but…”
“But, Ognar?”
“But, my sweetest of sweets, we should be on track to win the best team for hiding items.”
“Oh, Ognar.” Myrtle unclasped her hands and took the entry form from her husband. She smiled as she read the prize for the best hiders. “An evening meal in the Cock o’ Hoop… how lovely, it’s been years since we’ve been there.”
She looked at the alphabetical list on the entry form, smirking at the entry for ‘C’ ‘used for propping up‘ and ‘X’ ‘marks the spot for C‘ “You don’t think our clues are too obvious, do you?”
“Not at all, my sweet, not at all.”
Myrtle smiled and went to make tea.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge. A magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. They provide a photo, and we provide up to 250 words.
Yet again, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here on the blog. Thank goodness for the Rances to come along at the right moment… and the story carries on…
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