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. Tasslehoff froze. The jar
did not. It swayed and tottered, wavered and wobbled
across the small, low shelf on which it stood. Just as it
tipped over the edge, Tas sprang clear to land on his fin-
gers and toes. The jar smashed into the floor behind him,
showering Tas with broken fragments of glass.
A hasty inspection proved to Tas that although he was
blanketed with tiny slivers and a fine powder of glass, he
was unhurt. Snatching a polishing rag from a nearby
shelf, he quickly brushed away the splinters, then dashed
through the door after Bozdil.
The gnome stood in the hallway, his back tumed to Tas-
slehoff, his gaze fixed on the end of the hall. There was a
loud thump, the castle shook slightly, and the door creaked
and groaned, followed by a tremendous crash. Pieces of
splintered door showered the floor, along with chunks of
rock smashed from the stone door frame. Through this jag-
ged breach stormed the woolly mammoth, Winnie. The
slight human, Woodrow, was spread-eagled across the
mammoth's back, hanging on by two handfuls of fur.
"Whatisthemeaningofthis?" shrilled Bozdil. "Thisisa-
museum, notanarena! Inthenameofscience, stopthis-
rampage!"
Woodrow sat up unsteadily. "We're leaving," he an-
nounced, "and we want Mr. Burrfoot." The human
shook the kender's hoopak over his head threateningly.
"Youcan'thavehim," Bozdil shot back.
"He'sanexhibit," added Ligg, scrambling over the
wreckage behind Winnie. The skin of some small lizard,
complete with feet, tail, and head, was clasped in his left
hand
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