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. "I hope this trip to the moon works out better than
the one with your first wife!"
Damaris's face fell into a stormy glare. "What first
wiiiiiii -- !" In a poof of smoke, Trapspringer and his sec-
ond wife were gone.
"Oops," mumbled Tasslehoff, giggling behind his
At dusk that evening, Tasslehoff sat sipping a mug of
ale, contemplating the events of his life since leaving the
Inn of the Last Home. Gazing at the moon, he thought
fondly of Trapspringer and Damaris. Suddenly, his eyes
narrowed and he squinted at the full, glowing orb. Could
it be? Staring intently, a smile grew on his face. Tassle-
hoff was certain he saw two tiny shadows racing over the
pocked surface -- or was it three?