A Clatter | A 100 Word Story

#238 On the Eleventh day…

While the adults were busy trying to figure out what to do, safe inside their cabins, the boys entered the main house that was now shrouded in darkness. Not one light was on inside.

The oldest raised a finger to his lips for the others to be quiet, then he pulled out a flashlight to guide their way.

In the distance there arose such a clatter! He moved his light across the floor towards the kitchen. They raised their daggers and followed the sound.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Santa bellowed. “Is that four naughty boys I hear coming to get me?”