Jean Fragonard The Bolt

Jean Fragonard The BoltJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida The Two SistersJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Maria
had been very definite about the crypt. It gave the place ton, she said. You had to have a crypt anal a vault, otherwise the as an enquiry. And people said there was all this unemployment around. It made you livid.
He picked up another piece of wood and measured it, grimacing as he unfolded the ruler.
Arthur’s back ached from digging the moat. And that was another thing your posh vampire didn’t rest of vampire society would look down their teeth at you.They never told you about that sort of thing when you started vampiring. They never told you to build your own crypt out of some cheap two-by-four from Challry the Troll’s Wholesale Building Supplies. It wasn’t something that happened to most vampires, Arthur reflected. Not your proper vampires. Your actual Count Jugular, for example. No, a toff like him’d have someone for it. When the villagers came to burn the place down, you wouldn’t catch the Count his own self whipping down to the gate to drop the draw-bridge. Oh, no. He’d just say, ‘Igor’ - as it might be - ‘Igor, just svort it out, chop chop’.Huh. Well, they’d had an advert in Mr Keeble’s job shop for months now. Bed, three meals a day, and hump provided if necessary. Not so much