I am by myself this morning. Sigyn is out shopping.
Wait–I’m not expecting anyone about the job today. So who’s banging on the door?
Oh, no! It’s that fiend from hell who bit my hand off last year! Begone, foul nag! Flee, or we’ll be feasting on roast horse this eve!
Whew! I just managed to shove him out the door! What unmitigated gall! I know I advertised for heartless brutes, and truly, he is vile and vicious, but I am not THAT desperate!