Something Is Up

The little dog barked to see such activity.

Glenda stood, a picture of statuesque pulchitrudinousness, holding the key. Astra flinched and shifted her weight, still bound tight in the chains. Fred looked from girl to girl... To the dog.

"You know, miladies," said Fred, cautiously, wearily, "I've always thought there was something very suspicious about apparently harmless little animals appearing opportunely in the groinings of deathtraps."

Fred began to gently, slowly, ready his sword.

1. "You are surprisingly clever, despite your appearance," says the dog as it begins to shift form...

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