Mooncalf monkeys, he snorts derisively, lays a fork on Violin Street, handle keep-wards. The many tines slide Row-ward, like snakes into their holes.
There's a leak, he's told. Find it! Lord Vorondur and Castamir want some new municipal pendants – “Longnecks” indeed!
Crystal clear, what's wanted; he but needs some cookie crumbs to follow. So he'll ensure the lock-up's full: desperate folk'll talk.
Won't be only Longnecks swinging, he smiling muses. Who'll live together can hang together...
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant, crystal, cookie
Half way to twenty-four...
Half way to twenty-four...