From alt.pub.dragons-inn Wed Sep 14 08:47:12 1994 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:7659 Path: netcom.com!netcomsv!decwrl!src.dec.com!pa.dec.com!nntpd.lkg.dec.com!jac.zko.dec.com!leggy.zk3.dec.com!orb!not-for-mail From: hutch@ibeam.jf.intel.com (Steve Hutchison) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [CIA] - Jones - Where's Miro? Date: 9 Sep 1994 04:02:42 -0000 Organization: Duchy of Wabesylvan Obspauk Lines: 25 Sender: news@Orb.Nashua.NH.US Message-ID: References: In-Reply-To: from "David Womack" at Sep 8, 94 11:59:06 pm X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL11] Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > Jones and the group drift toward the appropriate > entrance, waiting for Miro. A not-quite-cold hand settles on his shoulder and he turns to see Miro standing behind him, craning his neck to see who all has joined the group. "Think of the divvil," Miro mutters. "The lot o' ye will be sure tae fit inside o' the vegetable cart, but I dinna think that yon beastie dragon will be fittin' inside." He raises his voice. "All roight, me dears, yui'll be needin' tae come out each o' ye on the count o' ten, one followin' after t' other." He demonstrates, going out the door. The instant he steps into the full sunlight, he appears to be someone completely else, and the stranger walks up to the cart, nods, and appears to purchase some fruit, and leaves heading east. And the collection of, ah, advisors, collectively or in singularity, notices that he's somehow sitting in the cart, waving at them to come on.