The Yards
Doyle was surprised when the dolls brought in the next load of unconscious victims. He never thought he would see Sigmund and company, sans Helena, carried into the cages.
This was the first time he was able to get a decent look at the dolls. They seemed the most ragtag bunch of misfit toys ever seen. The sight of the diminutive sock puppets as they toted the full-sized men caused Doyle to grimace.
“No one needs to learn what caught us. I think we need to tell everyone a Minotaur knocked us out.” Doyle shook his head in embarrassment.
Carl nodded his head. “Agreed, I think we should leave the dolls out of this story.”
“Sigmund! Hey, Sigmund, wake up!” Doyle shouted as soon as the tiny creatures dumped their human cargo in a separate cage and left.
“Remember, the darts must
