A Chaotic Vacation: Part One My prankster's
intuition was telling me something was up. Or maybe there was just something
in the air. Whatever it was, the feeling subsided some as twilight fell...
The Golden Guitar of Silver Strings: Part One Tabatha crept across the crisped floor and winced
as she stepped on a burned piece of wood. She gently pulled the chip of wood
from her fragile paw and found a tiny piece of paper stuck to the back...