Samuel
So if you're lost along the way
And if you're thinking that will always be the case
And if you're thinking that will always be the case
Thankfully, even if Nikolai was caught by surprise, he seemed to know how to handle the gourds, sending one flying and splattering with his foot immediately. Sam yelled approvingly, stomping and smacking his own fair share of the naughty root vegetables. His rage was interrupted when Nikolai asked for a weapon of his own; Sam blinked for a second, taken out of his gourd-destroying stupor, then nodded.
"Not quite a broom, but--" Opening the door just a crack, Sam reached in and tried to grab a fire poker from the basket near the fire. Managing after a slightly undignified wobble and almost-fall, he pulled it out and handed it over. "This should do. It's heavy enough." Now he had a whole new wave of gourds to deal with that had arrived while he was distracted: he began his broom smashing anew.
"Not quite a broom, but--" Opening the door just a crack, Sam reached in and tried to grab a fire poker from the basket near the fire. Managing after a slightly undignified wobble and almost-fall, he pulled it out and handed it over. "This should do. It's heavy enough." Now he had a whole new wave of gourds to deal with that had arrived while he was distracted: he began his broom smashing anew.
You'll make a sucker's prayer
Just go and leave it that-a-way
Just go and leave it that-a-way
