Scrooge in the Enchanted Woods

Scrooge sat at his desk that was laden with chestnuts and elephants' toes (they were not real elephants' toes, but a nut that went by that name having a rather large wrinkled bulbous shell).

He had retired to the enchanted woods, after a brief recovery in one of the better short-term suites of Hell.

His friend Charles had brought him to the seed farm for convalescence; in a gesture of goodwill for inspiring a literary invention that had turned out to be quite popular.

The literary Scrooge was not so very different to the practical spirit who loved to go through his labours of addition and revision daily. He carried his ledger book everywhere and referred to it constantly.

He would not use a calculator, believing it to circumvent the pleasure of a good sum. With quill to paper he scribbled his scrawl, excited at his totals in a nest of columns and zeros.

"Gordon" he called, when reaching the end of his spreadsheet.

Goober obligingly appeared with a coffee and a box of gold wrapped chocolates.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series