Sozman Borkstapple’s ghostly adventure

Nobody ever found their way out of Stombley woods. Or lived to tell what was in there. But Sozman Borkstapple was late for dinner.

And he was bursting for a shite, so nipped into the trees.

Hours of blindly stumbling followed.
Sozman now knew what was in Stombley woods -trees, and ghosts.
(Oh yeah -I almost forgot; and a thick disorientating mist).

  • First came joy from dropping his load.
  • Second came the despair of being hopelessly lost.
  • Third came exhaustion.

It forced his sleep.
The smell of his shite, and salvation, hit him when he woke.