Bathrobe Studios

The tale of Wenceslas

The Tale of Wenceslas “Piss off Gingersnap!” shouted Wenceslas in blind rage. Trudging over to the handcrafted mahogany desk, Wenceslas flipped it over on its side. A horse-ish reindeer cry of defiance sounded out of Gingersnap. Undeterred, Wenceslas ran over to the corner and kicked a hole in the gingerbread house. On a rampage of aggravation, Gingersnap grunted in defiance! But to no avail. Wenceslas ran around the house punching and kicking what he could. In the midst of his stampede he was rudely and pathetically halted when his little clenched fist met the hard metal of the refrigerator. “Son of a…” Wenceslas stopped when he heard the ominous screeching of the cabin door. A terror of fear lay hold of him as he sank down to the floor.