Sun Mote Copse Gingerbread zombies

"Oh, this one?" Elfie looked down at the antler and un-entangled himself from it, got to his feet and did some canine-yoga, which he finished with a hefty shake-shavasana. He had not given much thought, where it had come from and how. It had just been there one day and he had accepted it as a fact of life that things simply appeared out of nowhere. Just the same way as they disappeared.

"I dunno," he shook his head. "What's a buck?" he asked.