Blood moon time
That idiot Stumpy distracted me last night with some babbling about the sphere I asked him to catch. Well, it's his job, and I told him not to bother me until he had it. He's getting uppity lately. I might have to make some adjustments. I hope I have a strong enough saw to cut through that thick skull of his.
To add to my woes, I could barely see the blood moon. That's really irritating since the next one's not until next February and there's not likely to be another for years after that. The swamp's constant murk refused to part, so I could see only a hazy copper orb in the sky. The ceremony went okay, I suppose, even though I had only a lawyer to work with. Why the village had one of those is a mystery, but nobody seems to have objected to his disappearance. That makes a nice change. Usually there's all sorts of grumblings when someone goes missing.
It seems the Professor had better luck with the blood moon. He has photos.
Now, I have to deal with that idiot Stumpy. He's off in the old part of the castle somewhere, ranting about alien conspiracies. I've never met an alien. I wonder what they taste like? Stumpy sees conspiracies in everything, but then I have to make allowances. He's not entirely normal, you see.
