A small fox, passing by on business of his own, stopped for several minutes and sniffed. Finally finding the discarded chicken head, he sat crunching it thoughtfully while observing the not-so-secret council/BBQ from the shelter of the bushes.
“Ummagumma! What next? Several species of Elves, Men, Half-Men, Half-Halflings, and Dwarves, Gathered Together in a Gazebo and Grooving with a Stick? There’s something mighty queer behind this.”
He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it, since he immediately dashed off to sell what he did know to the highest bidder.
[ January 14, 2003: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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