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. Stupid dog.
I tried to get my pouch back, but Mud tore it apart and
ate it, so I went back to the shoe shop after that to get
another bag for breakfast, and when I went in, Ark was
sitting at the kitchen table, sound asleep. He had all of his
papers out and his pens and his ink bottles, and he had just
started what looked like a long report to you about the
political and religious situation in Newshore, but he must
have been pretty tired, what with staying up so late last
night, and I wondered if it was because I had been up late,
too, because I was so excited about being made a recorder,
and maybe I shouldn't have tried to make tea, because I
spilled hot water all over the dirt floor in the kitchen so that
it turned to mud. I didn't want to bother Ark, so I went
looking for food, and while I was doing that I found his
"facts machine," which is why you are getting my reports
the moment I write them down.
The facts machine was in a leather satchel by Ark's
feet, and I couldn't help but look at it, because Ark usually
throws a fit if I get near it. He says gnomes and wizards
made it and that all you have to do is put a page of paper in
the machine and it sends the page by magic to your library
so you can read all the facts right away. What will those
gnomes and wizards think of next? Ark said only the most
trusted scribes get their own facts machines, and the
machines are the most incredible secret, and I must never
tell anyone about them, and I never have, not even Widow
Muffin, who comes over to see Ark and me now and then
and is the sweetest person, so don't worry, because you can
trust me
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