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CONTRAST 1989

the crust off when my attention was drawn to
the edge of the woods. A ball of waxed paper fell
to the ground as I hastily took up my sword in
one hand and the half-eaten sandwich in the
other. "A King must be well-fed to properly
defend his kingdom." I mentally added as axiom
number two. My eyes closed in on the rustle of
movement near the bushes. Grog was a sly one.
but I saw her. Her matted dragon-fur reeked of
a foul stench and tendrils of smokey vapor
curled from her flared nostrils. "Squire! Up with
the drawbridge! The enemy is near!" rang my

Kingly voice.
The beast leapt with forepaws on the base

of my fortress and I readied my sword. I raised
it high. hearing the multitudes cry for my vic-
tory:

"Killthe feared beast. Grog!"
"Killthe feared beast. Grog!!"
"Bill the please beast. Grog!"
"Bill. please bring beast. Grog!"
"Bill. please bring in the dog!"
What? What? What is your wish. my people? I

Willdo your bidding!
"Billll" my mother's voice echoes from

worlds away. "please bring in the dog!"
"Coming!"I yelled. Looking toward Grog

and patting her head I said. "Come on Gypsy!
Time to go in." I felt only a slight twinge of guilt
as I led the enemy away from my Kingdom.

After Grog was safely contained in the
house. I pranced back to my castle attributing
the Success of the battle to divine-mother-inter-
vention. Nonetheless. my people were safe. The
important task remained to record the day's
events in my notebook for future reference.
Once again. I stood self-satisfied looking up into

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