Where's my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes Baa!
it is a sheep!
That is not my cow!A lot had changed on the island for Sam Vimes and Sam Vimes, Jr. No longer was the time father and son spent together severely limited by the elder's Vimes' work. No longer did Young Sam have to wait patiently for the 6 o'clock hour to arrive. Mornings were slowed and ( Read more... )

It had been fifteen days, which was over two weeks (that's true even in New Zealand) since Bret had vanished into thin air, and Jemaine decided that he wasn't coming back. That was... upsetting. Especially since Jemaine hadn't had the foresight to make tape recordings of Bret singing backup to their songs. Stupid, stupid, stupid!With all the ( Read more... )

Sunday morning, and Becky had sneaked off to a nice private little spot in the trees, a fallen log that provided a nice bench while she did her usual Sunday morning thing. Usually she was much earlier, before other people were up and about, but she'd had a late night ( Read more... )

This was not the sort of profession that required a timetable.1
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