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Subject: FTSD: Death By Frog
From: (Aaron V. Humphrey)
Organization: The Anna Amabiaca Fan Club
Keywords: Congrats to Nat on the Perl book
Summary: Sorry, this is all I have
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Date: 1 Dec 98 23:12:48 GMT
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The ancient ruins of Dom Rothal!  Sergei couldn't believe he was actually
here, after so much time.

"Look, Ethel, these rocks are huge!"

And with such unworthy companions.  While he had saved the money to come
here through years of frugality, the rotund family next to him were, from
what he could glean, a pharmaceutical-algae farmer and his brood.

"Shore are, Clem!"

Sergei made his escape from the bus just in time to avoid getting trampled,
but unfortunately his holoimager strap snagged a box one of Clem & Ethel's
offspring was carrying.  It fell to the rocky ground with a crash,
revealing a small green object which immediately identified itself as a
frog when it started to hop away.

"Ma!" the boy wailed.  "Oscar's gettin' away!"

The family immediately began to waddle off after it.  Sergei sighed in
relief, having ascertained that his holoimager was undamaged, and made
his way into the ruins.

After so many years, it was amazing that there was so much left standing.
The Rothalites had been masters at sculpting their natural surroundings,
using arches, towers, and platforms of stone that blended seamlessly with
the ground.  But the forces of erosion, as well as the tectonic instability
that had begun to plague the region, had taken its toll.  Sergei was glad
he had made it here before it all collapsed.  He pictured himself as the
final chronicler of Dom Rothal, the last to see it intact.

He made his way down into a street, really a natural gully between two
crumbling stone towers.  High above he could see a bridge joining the two.
Once he was further down he would definitely have to get a holo of that.

"Maybe he's over here somewhere!"  Clem's voice came from behind the nearer
tower.  Sergei grimaced and ducked around a corner under an overhand,
hoping to escape from their porcine attentions.

A small noise above made him look up.  The overhang was actually a slab of
rock that was not supported as firmly as it once had been.  A good two-
thirds of the wall was crumbling away, and there were visible cracks
overhead letting light through.  He saw a small shape moving briefly above
one of the cracks, making the wet plopping noise he had heard before.

Other noises joined the plopping--creaks and cracks.  Sergei was just
beginning to think that perhaps this wasn't such a...


"Here he is!" Clem said.  "Sittin' over here on a big pile of rock!"

"Where's the other feller get to?" Ethel asked.

"Dunno," Clem said.

--Alfvaen(Web page:
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Current Book--David Eddings:The Seeress of Kell
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