Trampled

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: Okay, Hurry, there's yer half-face shelter pretty well secured for ye.  Looks comfy, if I do say myself.  Now we'll just build a little fire in front for ye to keep yerself warm and do some cookin', if ye ever feel like eatin' agin after a night of Bumppo's best ale, rum, spruce and grog.

: Hey what's that I hear thunderin' through the woods?  Sounds like a herd o' elk is stampedin' toward the river . . . no. . . no . . . by golly, it's Sheriff Twigg headin' thisaway like a whole tribe o' Mingos is on his tail.  HEY, SHERIFF! WATCH OUT!  There's a new-built . . . . .

: CRASH!! SPLINTER!!!!!!

: Well, dang if he ain't just run right through the half-face and . . . what's he DOIN' NOW???  HE'S BURROWIN' UNDER THE CANOE!

: (grass, leaves, mud flying everywhere)

: Well, I'll tell ye, Hurry, it's got to be gettin' mighty crowded under that canoe, what with Hector and Bent both under there.  What in tarnation is goin' on around this place anyway????

: She Who Tracks


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