It's Not Just Children Who Need Heroes.

Pounce Had It Easier Than Any Of Us. No One Noticed A Black Cat In The Street. He Stopped Here And There To Sniff Aught Of Interest. Wherever Our Rat Stopped, Pounce Was There, Close Enough To See Up The Rat's Nose. I Was So Proud. Now There Was A Proper God, Making Himself Useful! Since My Thought Might Be Deemed Blasphemy, I Said Silent Prayers To The Goddess And To Mithros. I Begged Forgiveness And Asked Them Not To Misunderstand. Since I Wasn't Blasted Where I Stood, I Guess They Forgave Me, Or They Hadn't Heard My Blasphemy.

I Bet His Mother Was A Wyvern. -scamp

If Her Rump Were Any Stiffer, She'd Break It Every Time She Rides', I Thought To Pounce. 'if She Fell On The Steps, They Would Never Be Able To Put Her Together Again', He Replied.

Military Folk," Neal Said With Exaggerated Patience, Shaking His Head. "the Only Way You Know To Solve Problems Is By Beating Them With A Stick.

Never Before Had She Seen Such Creatures, Though They Looked Much Live Very Large, Very Shaggy White Goats. Thin Black Horns Punctuated The Top Of Their Long Faces. You Look Like A Collection Of Grandfathers, She Thought, Amused.