What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the
dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in
Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad
of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some
kind of person just standing there.
The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and
doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a
tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on
him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”
The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.
“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the
blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.
The jailor shrugged.
Fred shrugged back.
And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.
This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars
again.
The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all
the commotion about?”
What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the
dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in
Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad
of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some
kind of person just standing there.
The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and
doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a
tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on
him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”
The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.
“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the
blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.
The jailor shrugged.
Fred shrugged back.
And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.
This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars
again.
The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all
the commotion about?”
What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the
dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in
Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad
of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some
kind of person just standing there.
The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and
doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a
tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on
him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”
The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.
“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the
blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.
The jailor shrugged.
Fred shrugged back.
And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.
This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars
again
The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all
the commotion about?”
What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the
dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in
Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad
of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some
kind of person just standing there.
The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and
doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a
tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on
him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”
The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.
“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the
blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.
The jailor shrugged.
Fred shrugged back.
And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.
This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars
again.
The guard rushed over to see what all the commotion was about. “What’s all
the commotion about?”
What was all the commotion about? Who was this jailor? A servant of the
dragon? Why hadn’t there been any weapons of mass destruction found in
Iraq? Did light travel in waves or particles? These questions and a myriad
of others raced through Fred’s mind as he stood there, standing, like some
kind of person just standing there.
The jailor was becoming impatient. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”
Fred started drooling, an unpleasant side effect of thinking too much and
doing too little. “Um,” he stammered, “the old man was trying to dig a
tunnel.” He pointed at the mound of dirt. “So I’d thought I’d snitch on
him. I’ve always been a little tattler.”
The unkempt jailor burped and took a swig from the jug of liquor he carried.
“I think he just died of a heart attack,” Fred told him, lifting the
blanket to expose the corpse, then quickly covering it up again.
The jailor shrugged.
Fred shrugged back.
And at that, the man turned and stumbled back the way he came.
This was very frustrating. Fred started banging the plate against the bars
again.
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