No wonder you have such a trim figure'.She laughed at that suggestion but i said,'I was being serious.You have a cracking figure for a woman in her fo...ties'.She said,'Well i am in my fifties actually'.We carried on mucking out and my top began to show the sweat soaking through.She must have noticed this as she remarked,'I don't think i have seen anybody sweat so much.Why don't you remove it?'.I took off my top and i noticed a glint in her eyes.As i carried on working she stood watching. Tom Smith was dressed in a suit with vest and wore a bow tie. “Impeccable” is probably the correct word to use to describe his attire.I remember the first thing he said after meeting me was, “Damn, now I know I am old. Every year you journalism majors seem to get younger and younger. Why, you look like you should be in high school!”“Well, Sir,” I answered with a smile, “that is because I am a high school student. I’m a junior in high school.”I actually had to get out my high school. Max grinned at me and ducked through the hole, followed by Brock and Gunny. I crawled through last and had to run to catch up as they flattened against the corner of the building.Gunny stuck his head out slowly and took a good look around. He pulled it back and shook his head.Brock took a look, then we backed up to the fence to talk it over."Three stories. No doors or windows on this side. Gate at the end of the alley. No one in sight," Brock said in a loud whisper. "I wish we had an overlook. He asked again and the ducks came back with a root. On the third try, they found mud and Coyote was happy. He told the ducks that they could build with the mud, and he began to shape and mould the mud into an island. He blew on it, and it got bigger. He blew again, and it grew into the earth. The ducks said they did not like the empty earth, so Coyote created grass and trees out of the roots that came from the water.Coyote and the ducks loved the earth, but it was very flat. They wanted rivers,.