We could have easily loaded them on the trailer.With the truck unloaded, the container was nearly half full; we did not stack them to the ceiling for ...ear of someone getting hurt trying to get a case down from over their head. Then all the cases of crackers were stacked inside.Andy asked if they should have picked up some rat and mice poison.“No, I am sure that if any of those are here, they get eaten and I would be afraid a child would get into the poison,” I replied.With the truck moved the. ” Phil climbed to his feet and stood, reaching out to shake hands. The Tzoxhols stared at the offered appendage for a moment before it too reached out. Just as their hands met, Phil jerked awake in his bed, his mind running a million miles an hour, covered in sweat. He was shaking and exhausted. Clearly, communicating with gods was more difficult than he’d guessed.He collapsed back in the bed, closing his eyes again as he tried to piece together all he’d learned, reviewing the new language. Then ...I brought the crop down hard on her cheek. She yelped, as much in surprise as pain I think. A red mark quickly formed where I had landed the first blow. I stroked her right cheek with the crop. She tensed. The second blow landed opposite the first. This time she took it in silence but flinched from the sharpness of the strike. I stopped to admire my handiwork before returning to the left cheek. I continued left then right for a 12 strokes and then paused. She had yelped once or twice. " (This rifle survivor ofthe pirate assault in Kerwuld has saved the life of Thomas in manyoccasions and his comrades in arms)."Ah! I wish Mirauni and Jerkwun would be here; those lot are the realdeal, not this utterly bunch of crap that the Holy Inquisition put to mycommand."Upon hearing this last comment the hooded seek refuge near a ledge closewith a fence around trying to divert attention from the gaze of Thomaswho seems to be occupied trying to end the beast life."Lady, this subject cannot.