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. "I was really worried!"
Woodrow knew that was quite a statement for a ken-
der. "I'm sorry, Mr. Burrfoot, but I wanted to find out
how far the fire had gotten, so I jumped up before every-
one else, after the twister. I really hate to upset anyone
further, but our troubles aren't over yet," he announced.
By now, everyone could see flames licking at the build-
ings immediately to the west of City Hall and across the
tornado's path. "We've got to move now."
"We can't just abandon the city to the fire!" Damaris
cried.
"We can't stop those flames," said Phineas, looking un-
easily at the approaching inferno.
Everyone, including the other kender in the square,
turned to the east. But they stopped when a voice com-
manded, "No, we're staying here."
All eyes turned toward Tasslehoff.
The young kender felt a strange sense of self-
consciousness. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.
Swallowing hard, he tasted only soot. But everyone was
waiting to hear what he had to say next.
"I think we can stop the fire and save at least part of the
city. Vinsint's story about fire-fighting gave me an idea,
and the tornado showed me how to make it happen. But
we're all going to have to work together" -- a murmur of
resistance passed through the crowd of kender -- "and
we're going to have to get a lot more help."
A kender wearing a long, blue, fur-trimmed robe with
lots of pockets stepped forward from the crowd. As he
drew a deep breath in preparation for a speech, Damaris
squealed "Daddy!" and rushed forward, throwing her
arms around the man's neck
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