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. Tas followed, stretching out on his back on a small
patch of grass growing on the sandy beach. Finally,
Woodrow sat down beside him, resting his head on his
knees.
"What's the matter with you? You're all a bunch of
quitters, that's what's the matter with you!" hollered Gi-
sella. She paced back and forth on the small roof of her
wagon. "Do you think I came all this way to give up
now? Do you think I'm just going to shrug my shoulders
and say, 'Oh, well, things are getting a little tough now,
so I think I'll sit down here and wallow in my own pity?"
"C'mon, Gisella," responded Tas. "We're tired. We just
survived a shipwreck -- let us rest for five minutes, OK?"
Gisella surveyed her ragged crew. "Maybe you're
right. So come and help me down off this thing already."
She held out her hand demurely.
Wearily, Woodrow rose to his feet and splashed back
to the wagon. Gisella sat on the edge of the wagon's roof
and then, with a little hop, slid into Woodrow's arms.
The thin human suppressed a grunt.
"Oooh," she purred, "you're stronger than you look. I
find danger to be incredibly exciting, don't you?"
Woodrow's face flamed to a bright crimson, and he
practically dropped Gisella in his haste to set her down
and retreat to the shore. The dwarf was puffing as she fi-
nally waded onto dry land, several dozen paces behind
the human.
"Really, Woodrow, it was just an innocent little re-
mark. I don't know what gets into you sometimes," she
complained. "Hasn't anyone ever flirted with you be-
fore?"
Woodrow was seated, hugging his knees and staring at
the ground
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