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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
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. Live and let live, I al-
ways say." He tried to shield Tasslehoff.
"It's my job to keep Mr. Burrfoot safe. No offense, Mr.
Bozdil, Mr. Ligg, but this is all very strange -- and unac-
ceptable. It would be a good idea if you allowed us to
leave right now, before we have to hurt you." Flexing his
muscles, Woodrow wished his voice had not cracked as
he spoke.
'Yeah, you've got a lot of explaining to do!" Tasslehoff
cried, leaping around the human in his excitement. "Like
... like how you made that dragon fly -- did I tell you
how much fun that was -- better than --" Woodrow
jabbed Tasslehoff in the ribs. "Clunk 'em, Woodrow!"
Ligg gave Woodrow a severe look. "There's no need
for any clunking around here. Let's at least be civilized
about this."
"Ohdearohdearohdear," muttered Bozdil nervously.
"We're handling this all wrong! Just come with us, and
you'll understand everything."
"I'd like to understand something!" the kender said,
shaking his head. "Come on, Woodrow, they're not go-
ing to let us leave until we look at whatever it is they
want us to see. As long as we're here, what's the harm of
taking a little peek?
Woodrow pursed his lips. "OK," he said at last. "But
we're leaving right afterward." What choice did he have,
really?
The gnome brothers looked at each other, giggled con-
spiratorially, then grew serious.
"Now, is it under 'K' for kender, or 'D' for demihu-
mans?" Ligg asked Bozdil.
"No, I think it's under 'T' for 'things with thirty-two
ribs,' or perhaps 'B' for 'upright bipeds'
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