He was covered in fur from his head to his foot, the colour of midnight, the colour of soot. A bundle was squirming, slung over his back, & he looked like a thief, sneaking off with his sack. His eyes were like embers, glowing fierce in the night – I froze in the shadows to hide from his sight! A bundle of branches help tight in his fist, reminded me that this was no happy tryst. He had cloven hooved & a serpentine tail, my shameful behavior he was here to wassail. He was wickedly bad, an evil old devil, I cringed when I saw him, his whole being so dreadful. The glint in his eye & the nod of his head soon gave me to know I had plenty to dread.
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