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"Hungry, eh!" the man said. There was a hard light in
his black eyes that made the squirrel even angrier.
HUNGRY? OH, YES, YOU HIND END OF A MULE!
I'M HUNGRY! I'M STARVING! AND I'VE HAD TO
SPEND ALL DAY TRAPPED IN HERE WITH THAT
MURDEROUS VILLAIN OF A CAT!
The cat snarled and twitched the tip of his tail. Enjoying
both the tabby's reaction and the squirrel's anger, the man
laughed and stuck his finger between the bars of the cage to
taunt the squirrel some more.
Gleefully, the squirrel sunk his sharp little teeth into the
soft flesh of the finger. He almost didn't care that his brains
were nearly rattled out of his head when the man's fist
knocked the cage into the wall.
Caramon was certain that if it had been Tanis who'd
heard the wren's cry for help, or Raistlin, or Sturm, packs
would have been out, provisions gathered, and swords and
bows checked for readiness. As it was, he was the one the
wren had chosen to cry to this time, and Flint was not
having any of his story.
"But, I tell you," Caramon insisted, "I HEARD it!"
Flint sighed. He had been listening to this tale all
morning, and he was growing more than a little tired of it.
"Have done, now, won't you? It was barely a decent joke
when Tas tried it
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