Dave knew spruce trees were good shelters when one was caught in a storm, because while the outer blue-green fronds kept off the rain or snow, the inn...r portion was only bare branches. He approached as quietly as the crunch of his snowshoes would permit, and stopped behind a tree to survey the situation. He could see where the poacher had dragged the deer under the boughs. Thoughts raced through Dave’s mind. The poacher was probably hiding beneath the tree in hopes he wouldn’t be seen. There. I said that with the people that we have here, there should be no reason to contact me, as I had every confidence in them that they could handle anything that should arise. I called all the milk production people over and talked with them for a minute. I asked who should be the overall foreman of the whole crew. I got a resounding Keryon from everyone except her. I in turn asked Keryon if she wanted the job and she reluctantly accepted. I then asked who should be the head of the milking area. “You said you wanted to make a record of this night,” he said, gesturing toward the chair.So here I am typing everything up so my friends– and my parents– will know what happened to me. I’ve got it all down and double-checked. Mr. Alien is gesturing for me to come over to his machine, so I guess it’s time to save this. Hopefully, he will be true to his word and post it.*Wow! He had me lie back on a big table and then taped some sort of probe thingie right at the base of my skull. I can see on a. A pleasant early June assignment in the U. S. turned ugly when a tall model from Africa physically attacked her on location in Florida. Fiona rendered her unconscious with two well-placed blows, breaking her attackers nose and a rib. Every one knew that Fiona had not initiated the fight and was simply defending herself. The other model was generally regarded as a world-class bitch. However, the witnesses were aghast by the viciousness of the blows and as the ambulance sped away Fiona saw.