Lake Lewisia #1234

[scrubjayspeaks]

“Well, have you an answer?” the croaking voice under the stairs asked, tendrils of dark barring the path to the kitchen. “Dude, I have been up twice for the dog, once for the toddler, and now, after all that, I just want some water, so no, I don’t have an answer to your riddle, but I do have a baseball bat in the hall closet.” There was a gurgling noise, and a slither of withdrawing tendrils, before it said meekly, “Perhaps just a knock-knock joke, then, to speed you on your way.”

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