Hogfather.
Dec. 24th, 2009 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levity"You know you're not supposed to do this sort of thing, master. You know what happened last time."
THE HOGFATHER CAN DO IT, THOUGH.
"But... little match girls dying in the snow is part of what the Hogswatch spirit is all about, master," said Albert desperately. "I mean, people hear about it and say, 'We may be poorer than a disabled banana and only have mud and old boots to eat, but at least we're better off than the poor little match girl', master. It makes them feel happy and grateful for what they've got, see."
I KNOW WHAT THE SPIRIT OF HOGSWATCH IS, ALBERT.
"Sorry, master. But look, it's all right, anyway, because she wakes up and it's all bright and shining and tinkling music and there's angels, master."
Death stopped.
AH. THEY TURN UP AT THE LAST MINUTE WITH WARM CLOTHES AND A HOT DRINK?
Oh dear, thought Albert. The master's really in one of his funny moods now.
"Er. No. Not exactly at the last minute, master. Not as such."
WELL?
"More of just after the last minute." Albert coughed nervously.
YOU MEAN AFTER SHE'S-
"Yes. That's how the story goes, master, 's not my fault."
WHY NOT TURN UP BEFORE? AN ANGEL HAS QUITE A LARGE CARRYING CAPACITY.
"Couldn't say, master. I suppose people think it's more... satisfying the other way..." Albert hesitated, then frowned. "You know, now that I come to tell someone..."
Death looked down at the shape under the falling snow. Then he set the lifetimer on the air and touched it with a finger. A spark flashed across.
"You ain't really allowed to do that," said Albert, feeling wretched.
THE HOGFATHER CAN. THE HOGFATHER GIVES PRESENTS. THERE'S NO BETTER PRESENT THAN A FUTURE.
THE HOGFATHER CAN DO IT, THOUGH.
"But... little match girls dying in the snow is part of what the Hogswatch spirit is all about, master," said Albert desperately. "I mean, people hear about it and say, 'We may be poorer than a disabled banana and only have mud and old boots to eat, but at least we're better off than the poor little match girl', master. It makes them feel happy and grateful for what they've got, see."
I KNOW WHAT THE SPIRIT OF HOGSWATCH IS, ALBERT.
"Sorry, master. But look, it's all right, anyway, because she wakes up and it's all bright and shining and tinkling music and there's angels, master."
Death stopped.
AH. THEY TURN UP AT THE LAST MINUTE WITH WARM CLOTHES AND A HOT DRINK?
Oh dear, thought Albert. The master's really in one of his funny moods now.
"Er. No. Not exactly at the last minute, master. Not as such."
WELL?
"More of just after the last minute." Albert coughed nervously.
YOU MEAN AFTER SHE'S-
"Yes. That's how the story goes, master, 's not my fault."
WHY NOT TURN UP BEFORE? AN ANGEL HAS QUITE A LARGE CARRYING CAPACITY.
"Couldn't say, master. I suppose people think it's more... satisfying the other way..." Albert hesitated, then frowned. "You know, now that I come to tell someone..."
Death looked down at the shape under the falling snow. Then he set the lifetimer on the air and touched it with a finger. A spark flashed across.
"You ain't really allowed to do that," said Albert, feeling wretched.
THE HOGFATHER CAN. THE HOGFATHER GIVES PRESENTS. THERE'S NO BETTER PRESENT THAN A FUTURE.
