One February morning, a small creature was briefly spotted running towards the Ducal castle at death-defying speed. What it lacked in size, it made up in speed. And ugly. It absolutely excelled at ugly.
It almost crashed into the gate, but the guards had been forewarned, and had managed to open it in the nick of time.
The creature barged into Guðrún's private chamber, and came to a dead stop, brandishing a package and a clipboard.
"Duchess Guðrún?", said the racing goblin.
"From the Witch Queen. Sign here."
Racing Gnome The URL of this comic is http://www.rocr.net/?p=20020321