Death  was  tired, that just goes without saying  really. It was a full moon and this  always  played  havoc  with his  old bones. Shivering he  crossed  the moors alone  and  weary. As  he  crossed  the horizon …he  is  Death  and if  he  wants  to cross an horizon  I am not  going to stop him are  you ? he cursed his job.

As he  hobbled  on he was truly  regretting  that  he had  allowed  his apprentice  to have  the  night off  and  take his  horse out  for a ride. Death pondered  once again the pros and cons  of  upgrading  to a car or  a helicopter but  the last time  he had  mentioned  this  to the man upstairs  he had  been told in no uncertain terms  that  scary horses were, what was expected  and scary horses it  would  remain for himself  and his  three apocalyptic brothers.

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