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"Are you going to tell another whopper?" asked a
young, curly-haired boy who sat to his left.
"I ... I never tell whoppers!" Tas insisted, a bit indignant.
Everyone groaned. They knew better.
A little freckle-faced girl stood up and asked politely,
"What will your first story be about, sir?"
There was a definite trace of mischievousness in the
kender's big brown eyes. "Revenge!" he barked with such
force that the startled little girl plopped over backward.
Everyone else slid forward.
*****
"Revenge! I want revenge!" Gorath's threatening words
resounded through the little shack, causing all the pots and
pans to rattle and the rickety furniture to creak. His angry,
blood-shot eyes doubled in size, and the veins on his temple
were ready to burst. "Revenge, I want . . ."
This time his words were stifled by a large wooden
spoon that was being forced into his gaping mouth. The
spoon carried an ugly mound of undercooked slug stew. A
stream of steaming, foul-smelling gravy dribbled down his
chin and drenched his long black beard. Gorath groaned.
"Oh, so sorry, darling," said Zorna. Using her long, bony
fingers, she managed to push most of the gravy back into
Gorath's mouth. The huge man nearly gagged
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