One Potato Review

Here is apparently a sort of little Swedish elf who patrols the nighttime, keeping the livestock – and maybe everyone – a little safer from the fox, and probably whatever other predators we can imagine in the silent, snowy night: “Creep silently, Reynard, so that no one will hear you!” warns someone omniscient, indeed there’s a sense in this legend of bargains being struck even where we cannot see them. Still, everything’s fluid: if this fox seems temporarily satisfied with the porridge he is offered, you get the feeling this tomten should remain vigilant.