In an hour there will only be the office staff. That won't get anyone through the doors but it cuts way down on witnesses."I nodded and pulled a pen o...t of my jacket. Grabbing his hand, I wrote my number on his hand. "You've been a lot of help, Mike. Call me this weekend and I'll pay up my end."He went back to the other men and they started hooting. Men. I just smiled and shook my head before walking into the main building. The office was clearly marked. A harassed looking woman in her forties. Must have been an accident. Why that mule is as gentle as a lamb. Maybe he should go down to Atlanter and get a doctor to look at his balls." No, he"ll be back on his feet in a day or two. I may have to borrow some ice from you, though. A couple of swallers of your shine will help. How about fetchin" me a pint?"Jem licked his lips as he ogled his sister"s long, sleek legs. "Tell you what, Sis. You bend over that table and let me give you a poke and I"ll give you a free pint." Make it a quart,". ” A murmur of agreement sounded throughout the room, and almost every item of clothing in Tristan’s room moved slightly in agreement with the socks and track pants. They too had been fed up for months over their wearer’s behavior.“That’s it,” the track pants said, “We’re putting a stop to this today!” The pants uncrossed their legs, stepping onto the floor and got up off the chair. They jumped up onto Tristan’s bed and straddled the hungover youth, their legs resting on either side of his upper. Dorothy looked around at the faces, who looked relieved, happy and fearful at the same time. They stood about three feet tall, coming up almost to Dorothy's waist.They kept a respectful distance from her, sliding away like a flock of pigeons as Dorothy walked around, looking at her.Dorothy glanced back at the house, and saw one of the little people poking at the extended legs with a stick."Where am I?" Dorothy asked, finally."You are standing in Munchkinland," one of the little folk.