After the strange blizzard yesterDAY,
Celuien, the
friendly neighbourhood psychiatrist, was leafing through her
books to check whether the weather had any
Jungian significance, when there came a loud knock on her door.
'We're not opening 'til tomorrow morning! Your
neuroses could probably wait until then, couldn't it?'
The knocker may have been deaf, or perhaps persistent, because his knocking didn't stop.
Celuien angrily left her seat and stormed off to her door. When she had opened it . . .
~*~
The next DAY, the villagers were surprised to see that the
resident shrink hasn't opened shop. Fearing some foul deed, the villager decided to break in.
Caranlondien took her
chainsaw and sawed through the wooden door. The villagers glanced inside.
They saw a giant lidded metal pot. Lifting the lid, they saw
Celuien,
deep-fried in olive oil and garnished with
Interpretation of Dreams,
Totem and Taboo, and
The Ego and the Id.
The scroll of the census was changed:
Nilpaurion Felagund, the Prophet of the Mod God, was lynched by suspicious means on the first NIGHT.
Garin, an Ordinary Villager, was lanced like a boil on the the first DAY.
Anguirel, an Ordinary Villager, was massacred by were-hedgehogs on the second NIGHT.
Eonwe, an Ordinary Villager, was struck by lightning, struck by lightning! on the second DAY.
dancing spawn of ungoliant, a Seer, was taken away on the third NIGHT.
Kath, a Werewolf, was accidentally strangled on the third DAY
Lhunardawen, the Werewolf Beloved, died with his Lover on the third DAY
Farael, the Lover, died defending his Beloved on the third DAY
Eomer of the Rohirrim, an Ordinary Villager, was poked with woodwinds on the fourth NIGHT.
the guy who be short, an Ordinary Villager, was stuffed into a tree-frog on the fourth DAY.
Glirdan, an Ordinary Villager, was consumed by fire from the Mod God on the fourth DAY.
Celuien, an Ordinary Villager, was 'Freud' alive on the fifth NIGHT.
Those alive are:
Caranlondien, a lumberjack
tar-ancalime, a witch
Cailín, the town gossip
Naria, a midwife who goes ever so slightly mad with each birth
Valier, a small, sweet sheep-shearer
Lalaith, a rich young widow
Thinlómien, a mushroom-picker
Formendacil, an unemployed person
littlemanpoet, a stone-cutter
Gurthang, an arrowsmith
SamwiseGamgee, the town bank manager