Arel
What the-?
The a-little-less-hung-over secretary stared at the disarray of application forms on his desk. He was pretty sure he didn't stamp ALL of these, and why the heck did they have paw prints all over them?
Scratching his head and slowly picking one up, staring at it as if it were about to scamper away any second. Dear Jack was this student writing up an application form or the Mayoral Peace Prize for outstanding Halloween Citizen?
Well, he wasn't exactly going to argue with a pile of work already done for him. He quickly looked left and right, and upon seeing no Hellma in sight, shoveled all of them into the acceptance folder. Sadly, there, most of them would not survive, due to the gnomes once again forgetting to feed the poor, malnourished shredder.
The a-little-less-hung-over secretary stared at the disarray of application forms on his desk. He was pretty sure he didn't stamp ALL of these, and why the heck did they have paw prints all over them?
Scratching his head and slowly picking one up, staring at it as if it were about to scamper away any second. Dear Jack was this student writing up an application form or the Mayoral Peace Prize for outstanding Halloween Citizen?
Well, he wasn't exactly going to argue with a pile of work already done for him. He quickly looked left and right, and upon seeing no Hellma in sight, shoveled all of them into the acceptance folder. Sadly, there, most of them would not survive, due to the gnomes once again forgetting to feed the poor, malnourished shredder.