I open my closet doors, blissfully unaware of the horror within. We're so far into December I think that perhaps the elf has been defeated; I am a ranger caught off my guard. At first, I do not see him there. I bend down to grab my laundry basket. I turn back around to shut the door, and there he sits-- I scream, genuinely frightened and surprised! His High Evilness, his All-Seeing-Eye, has waited for this moment the whole year.
But Rudy seems nice.