Village news
Yolande Cask built a snow gnome in her own image. The snow gnome got more compliments than the original.
Yolande Cask survived the flu and three days of soup. Nobody knows which was harder.
Yolande Cask is coughing. Not much, but with conviction.
Yolande Cask greeted a post in the fog and asked how it was doing. The post was fine.
Yolande Cask counted coins until midnight and slipped up on the last one. She started all over again.
Yolande Cask got hurt at the forge. “It doesn’t hurt,” she said, which is what people say when it hurts.
Yolande Cask brought back a big mouse, and a story about a chase through the brambles that nobody asked for.
Yolande Cask forgot the wedding date. The wife did not. The silence at the table lasted until dessert.
Yolande Cask dropped the anvil on her foot. The anvil is fine.
Yolande Cask comes home with a big mouse over the shoulder and an innocent look.
Yolande Cask sets off to hunt a big mouse.