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"No! Higher! Make the wall higher!" Perian shouted. Her
voice came out as more of a pale croak than a command.
"But look, Queen Furryend! We make nice notch right
here!" A dirt-caked Fester protested, indicating with pride
the deep cut the gully dwarves had gouged in the earth-
work. "Pretty soon road go right through, no problem!"
'Yes, problem - big problem! Road go - damn! Look, if
the road goes right through, then the mountain dwarves can
go right through. Do you understand?"
"Sure!" beamed Fester. "No problem!"
"We don't want the mountain dwarves to go through. We
want to stop them here, stop them with the wall that used to
cross the road!" Perian felt her temperature rising, and was
frustrated that the woeful state of her overworked voice did
not allow her more effective vent of her displeasure.
"Oh," said Fester, crestfallen. For a moment she looked at
the pile of dirt they had moved, then turned back to Perian.
"Why 7"
The queen had been trying to supervise the gully dwarves
while they learned the art of military fortification. In the
few short minutes she'd been at it, she had decided that it
was an unrewarding pipe dream
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