Like Some Helpful Person (hi, Mom) Has

Ptah? Son Of Ptooey? What Is He God Of Spitting? I Asked

Do Not Despair. Heroes Rarely Live Up To To Our Expectations

Before I Could Do Anything Rash, A Familiar Voice Behind Me Said, "hello, Sadie." The Other Girls Let Out A Collective Gasp. My Pulse Quickened From "slow Walk" To "fifty-meter-dash." I Turned And Found That-yes, Indeed-the God Anubis Had Crashed Our Dance.

Die,human! Die, Silly Polluting Nasty Person!

You Do Know How To Play Pinochle?" Mr. D Eyed Me Suspiciously. "i'm Afraid Not," I Said. "i'm Afraid Not, Sir," He Said. "well," He Told Me, "it Is, Along With Gladiator Fighting And Pac-man, One Of The Greatest Games Ever Invented By Humans. I Would Expect All Civilized Young Men To Know The Rules.