Tusks Of A Dilemma
Over at the Hog Blog, Phillip held the package in his hands wondering if he should open it. The return address was simply Thunderhoof, somewhere in Mississippi. He knew it was from the strange and mysterious region known as the Christmas Place in the fog-shrouded edge of the Mississippi Delta. Thoughts ran through his head on what it could be. He thought of the blood-curdling tales he had heard and wondered could it be a shrunken head, a strange talisman of evil (like Pauls deodorant) or maybe something wondrous like a carved good luck charm from Thunderhoofs antler.
He studied the brown package, sighed and opened it.