Alluvium

This is a companion piece to my Advent post today at The Rabbit Room; it was born out of a grim November night and written…

A Prospective Picnic

“What’s inside it?” asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity. “There’s cold chicken inside it,” replied the Rat briefly; “coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrollscresssandwidgespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater–” “O stop, stop,” cried the Mole…