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. He even met the oompa band members, Gustav
and Welker, who let him blow into the tuba and play the
instrument Welker called an "accordian."
Tasslehoff was having such a good time that he lost
track of how long he had been at the square. The festival
was now in full swing. The kender stood at one of the ale
tents, slurping from his second flagon, when he felt a tap
on his shoulder.
"Good morning, Mr. Burrfoot."
Tasslehoff spun around, slopping ale on Woodrow's
cleaned and buffed shoes. "Woodrow! I'm glad I found
you! I've met the most marvelous people this morning!"
"Found me?" Woodrow's voice cracked, "Mr. Burr-
foot, did you stop to think what Miss Hornslager would
do to me if I lost you? She'd fire me for sure! Not that it's
such a great job, but I need the money."
Tas's voice filled with concern. "Gee, Woodrow, I'm
sorry. I've never heard you sound so angry."
"I've never had to watch a kender before," Woodrow
almost snarled. "When I woke up and couldn't find you
anywhere, I had to lie to Miss Hornslager at breakfast.
Do you know how much I hate lying? I told her you were
still sleeping and that we would meet her here later. Then
I slipped away and prayed that I'd find you."
"Well, here I am. And if you must know," Tas said, try-
ing to sound indignant, "I've been exploring the festival
and talking to people to determine the fastest route to
Kendermore." Or at least I intended to, Tasslehoff rea-
soned.
Woodrow's ire lessened a bit at that news. "What have
you discovered'!" he asked anxiously
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