Never a Dull Moment

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: You say your pig has gone missing, Old Crone?  Now that's kinda strange.  And Grapeshot has disappeared, too?  You certainly are having a time keeping track of things at the wattle hut today.  Now, now, I wouldn't worry.  I imagine the pig has wandered away down toward the river to hunt some of those mushrooms growing by the Gnome's home stump, and we'll probably find her fattening herself fair to busting.

: I haven't seen anything of Grapeshot, but there was a . . . um. . . er, lady, if you'd call her that, stopped by for a while who bore enough of a resemblance to him to be his sister.  She wasn't a gal I'd met, but then, we have so many travelers moving through now that settlement has gotten underway in the western parts of the colony, that I didn't think anything of it.  However, she was a weird sort and went leaping into the woods like a rabbit when Miss Gaylee appeared to tell me some of her laundry was snatched right off her clothesline this afternoon.  I must say, there are some very unaccountable things going on in Mohicanland lately, and I don't know what to make of them.  But here comes She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine, and maybe She'll know where your pig is got to.

: Bent Twigg


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