robinbloke | Storytime again...

Gnash the Redcap grumbled as the evening wore on, he was bored, bored, bored. He'd given that annoying pooka a good scare earlier on and the little pest had vanished now, all the better. His stomach rumbled and he decided to head to the kitchen to see what was on, strangely enough the Boggan chef didn't seem to be guarding it as usual and inside he could see the days roast chicken ready for the evening meal, he grinned and helped himself to it all, it was just over a mouthful for a 'cap, but a feast for most.
"Not bad" he burped, strolling out of the kitchen; nearby he could see that annoying pooka again - arguing with the Boggan, well at least he had some uses after all.
Thats when things seemed to start going downhill... that chicken he ate he swore was grating on his stomach, a slight grumbling inside was making him feel a little ill. That plus first faint, then more persistant sounds of distant clucking in his ears began to drive him steadily more on edge.
A loud squish when he sat down on an egg on his chair sparked him completely, and the air was filled with a virtual wave of profanity that would make a nocker proud, he clamped his hands over his ears as the noise of the chickens got louder and louder.
At that moment the door to the freehold opened and a giant chicken strode into the room, that was it.
Tom just grinned to himself and swung his legs as the Redcap barreled into the Sidhe and was brought down by swift punch from the Troll guard. "Naughty naughty..." he murmured.