Jingle dink, jingle dink, jingle all the.... "Hang on, Jingle dink?" one of the villagers exclaimed? "That sounds very peculiar!" The church bell tower had been through a couple of renovations in the past. The great fire back in the old 12th parsec that destroyed all but the bell itself, the lightning strike that turned the bell an odd shade of orange, and Hurricane Klingon that blew all but one of the tiles off the roof and swept the large wooden door all the way to Mrs Miggins' pie shop over to the west. But it had never gone jingle dink! The villagers all ran over to the old bell tower to find out what was the cause of the 'dink'. As they arrived outside, a sudden fear gripped them all. steve harrow goaded HH24 to look through the stained glass window to see what was inside. "You're the tallest" proclaimed steve, too fearful to look himself so slouching back on his heals to appear much shorter. It worked and HH24, tipped on her toes to see what was inside. Everywhere seemed quiet except for... hang on... what was that slumped over in the corner of the room? A Sack, a bin... It was not a sack or a bin. It was HarrowOrn, with a the church bell clapper protruding from his chest sitting in a pool of his own blood. But what colour was that blood? WHAT COLOUR?! "BLACK... IT'S BLACK" screamed HH24 as she danced around! The villagers all excitedly piled into the bell tower and ran up to HarrowOrn - at last one of the EVIL were gone... But as they stared down, what had at first seemed black was not so black. The stained glass window had at first given a false impression and to their horror HarrowOrn's blood was red. HarrowOrn was GOOD! The silence in the room was louder than any church bell could possibly make. The villagers looked around at each other wondering who else may have been devoured in the past night? But no one else was. For Rudolph had played yet another blinder. The wolf had approached the sleeping Grrwood carrying Grrwood's very own sharpened steel tipped chimney sweep un-blocker. "Un-block this" it whispered as it raised the sharpened steel tipped chimney sweep un-blocker above it's head ready to strike, when from no-where it felt a slash across it's very own chest, and an unfamiliar red glow filled the room. Rudolph's fiercely sharp antlers had swiped at this Weredeer knocking it backwards howling in pain. It tried to fight back but Rudolph was too strong and eventually the evil beast big a retreat to lick it's wounds. Rudolph had saved the day for the second night in a row. Maybe things were looking up for team GOOD? The village is open. Voting closes at 8pm.