From: grindamonk@aol.com (GrindaMonk)
Date: 17 Jan 1999 18:43:14 EST
The clock had just struck midnight when the small dark figure climbed out of the window.
It slid shut and he darted across the clearing on the West side of the old cottage.
After reaching the Forest line he stopped. A clanging sound came from the bag as he set it down.
Pulling a silver serving dish from the sack he examines it.
Suddenly, yelling brakes out as lamps are lit in the cottage he had just visited. Quickly he placed the dish into the sack, heaved it over his shoulder and headed west towards Rhydin.
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From: ericsiadek@aol.com (EricSiadek)
Date: 18 Jan 1999 14:02:41 EST
Eric stood at the End of the West clearing with a banana held loosely in his left hand. Angrily he placed it in his saddle bag and mounted his horse.
"Ha" he pounded his heals into the horses side three times and it bolted west to Rhydin, the only place he could think for this Thief to go.
The only thing on his mind was to reap his vengeance upon the one who stole the only thing he held of value.
Date: 18 Jan 1999 14:02:41 EST
Eric stood at the End of the West clearing with a banana held loosely in his left hand. Angrily he placed it in his saddle bag and mounted his horse.
"Ha" he pounded his heals into the horses side three times and it bolted west to Rhydin, the only place he could think for this Thief to go.
The only thing on his mind was to reap his vengeance upon the one who stole the only thing he held of value.