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. I found the facts machine,
and it didn't seem to be broken, so I put it back in the
satchel and crawled over to see what I could do for Good-
wife Filster, who was groaning and holding her arms in
front of her face.
About then Ark came over the fence and all twenty of
the Wylmeens came out of their house and ran over to help,
too, which was a good thing, as I had never seen someone
with so many cuts and bites before and I wasn't sure where
to start in trying to fix them all.
They carried Goodwife Filster into the Wylmeens' house
and washed her off and wrapped up her arms and face and
legs and everything else in white bandages until she almost
looked like one of her own sugar buns. It seemed to me that
she was going to live, though she wasn't going to be chasing
people around with sharp objects and torches very much in
the foreseeable future. They also wrapped up my ankle,
which wasn't broken, only sprained, and made me sit off to
the side out of sight while they made Goodwife Filster more
comfortable. I admit that I was a little jealous of the
attention she got because, after all, she was the one who had
been chasing me with a knife and axe and torch and had
wanted to burn down Ark's shoe shop, but I decided not to
point that out. It was when I was watching everyone get
Goodwife Filster fixed up that I had a funny thought, and I
hopped over to ask her a question.
They had finished wrapping up her head and everyone
was gathering around her to talk when I came over. No one
paid any attention to me, so I went right up and stood beside
the cot where she lay, and I put down the satchel, which
Ark had forgotten to take back from me right then but did
later
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