Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Category: gen
Rating: G
Word Count: 109
Notes: Written for the LiveJournal group MFUWSS December 2009 Challenge #11 – “frankincense”
This is not how Id planned to spend Christmas Eve, Napoleon grunted as he pushed the donkey out of the stall. It made way reluctantly, and Illya gently lowered the woman into a more comfortable position in the dry straw.
Not how they planned to spend it either, Ill bet. Illyas voice was as soft as the fall of the snow outside; Mother and child were finally asleep.
The irony of the situation struck Napoleon. You dont happen to have any gold, frankincense, and myrrh on you?
Do I look like a Wise Man to you?
A wiseguy, maybe.
Napoleon yelped; the donkey had bit him on the leg.