I have only moments.....they are after me. I must make haste!
The men crashed through my threshold en masse. My beloved Abigail (lovely dog though she is!) is no fighter. She abandoned the comfort of the couch to hide in the dark corner. I hope she was unnoticed.
I caught only a glimpse....jack-booted thugs. On entering, one sneezed prodigiously. There was no mistaking what I saw. They wore trousers! This can not be the Order! I flee....
Last edited by KD Burke; 9th November 09 at 04:38 PM.
'A damned ill-conditioned sort of an ape. It had a can of ale at every pot-house on the road, and is reeling drunk. "
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