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Holiday

Holiday

“Warriors? I see no warriors here,” said Gunnar.

Things were slow in Asgard. The great fighter booked a two-night and three-day stay in Greenland. Fights worth fighting, they claimed.

Hello, is there anybody out there?” cried the demigod.

He had arrived an hour ago across the rainbow bridge. Expecting hordes of blood thirsty fighters, Gunnar found the place abandoned.

“This is a fine how do you do. I’d better find the hunting lodge and check in. Have I the wrong time?” said Gunnar.

“Yes, Mr. Stromberg,” said the old woman behind the counter. “I understand your disappointment. The brochure states that the Winter Equinox is an official holiday. All marauders take a week’s holiday.”

“You’re telling me that there is not a single soul in this place to have combat with?” asked the warrior.

“I’m afraid so,” replied the clerk. “There is the cook, but he’s ninety-eight. He can’t lift a fry pan, let alone a sword.”

“What about you? You’re rather cheeky, and those muscles look mighty strong to me,” said Gunnar.

“Seeing you came all this way, I guess a melee won’t hurt. Let me change into my Brunhilda outfit and grab my mace,” answered the clerk.

The two battled for over an hour until the cook came out and announced it was time for dinner.

“You’re mighty good for an old woman,” said Gunnar.

“Thanks,” said the clerk with a wry smile. “You should have seen me take on Thor when I was younger.”

After his meal, the demigod thanked the staff for the short break. He paid his bill. Then he crossed the rainbow bridge to Asgard.

That evening, while he prepared for bed, Gunnar noticed the old woman had left a gash under his left arm.

“Fought Thor? I’ll pay her a visit to settle the score and have a pint with her as well,” said the demigod.

Wedding bells chimed in Asgard as Gunnar and Brunhilda wed in the Spring..

If the two haven’t killed each other in combat, they’re still celebrating today.


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Christopher Johnson

Christopher is a retired professor of science and medical education and a children’s author living in Taiwan. He has over 30 years of experience working in higher education internationally. Originally from Huron, Ohio, in the United States, he spent his childhood playing in Lake Erie and Sawmill Creek.

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