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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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"You did!" the second gnome clutched his head and
spun around in anguish. "Oooh, that makes me so mad!
Which one did you bash through the ceiling this time,
Bozdilcrankinthwakidorious?" His face fell as a thought
struck him. "Not the kobold?"
His brother looked even more sheepish.
"He was my favorite!" the second gnome cried. "That's
it! From now on I, Oliggantualixwedelian, will get the
specimens!"
"Are those your names?" interrupted Tas.
"And what's wrong with them? They're very common
first names," Bozdil said defensively, toying with his gog-
gles.
"But they're so long," Tas complained.
"Bozdil and Ligg?" the one named Ligg said, puzzled.
Woodrow's mind was locked onto one terrible word.
"Specimens?" he squeaked, repeating Ligg.
The others turned to him, and three sets of eyebrows
arched in surprise.
"What do you mean, 'specimens'? "
Ligg gave Bozdil a perturbed look. "I've been waiting
for you to get back to explain things to them. I think I'll
go build another display room or something." He turned
to the kender and the human. "Nice knowing you."
Bozdil reached out a hand without looking and caught
Ligg's collar as he tried to leave. "You'll forgive my
brother, but this part is always so difficult," he began
with an apologetic smile to Tas and Woodrow. "I know,
we'll show you! I find visual aids so helpful, don't you?"
he asked pleasantly.
"Actually," Woodrow said, looking around the room
frantically, "we would find the front door most helpful
right now. I don't know why you've brought us here,
and I'm not sure I want to know
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