They creaked as they turned towards the burning tree. My wings fluttered. They had to take the distraction. They lived to protect their kin, as they s...w other trees. Why weren’t they moving? I stroked Cú Mheá, my heart beating faster and faster.“Can we fight them?” asked Sven.“Not easily,” I answered. “My illusions will work on them, but look at the size of them. They could crush any one of us as easily as swatting a fly.”Zanyia swallowed.And then the shadows moved. I heard their creaking. With my high thin arched wide-awake eyebrows. I really make quite a sight. Is this a girly-girl? Is this a used to be male?I could write for hours about all the different people I met and smiled at, Asked for a job application, filled it out, smiled some more. All the females and males that I met in the various stores were very polite and gave me an application.Asked me some questions like: "What hours do you want to work?" or "Are looking for part-time or fulltime?"I'd answer and smile again.. Yes, it was exactly what she needed; but who, and how; how could she get her loving husband to agree to something so contrary to his own personality?The who came to her like a flash of lightening when Carter became a new employee where she worked. He was tall, six-two at least, with a big pompadour of black hair like Elvis; he was younger than she, by seven or eight years at least; and she could tell the minute she saw him watching her that he was interested.When they first had lunch together. So the army kind of died it’s more of just communications now, all the bombs and weapons and vehicles are all just like history pieces now." Amazing, Stalin once said Death is the solution to all problems. No man - no problem. This is a little more literal then he thought."Agent Starling: “Indeed”“So what am I supposed to do just go out and get a minimum wage job and try and live I mean the army was going to be my life?”Agent Starling: “No, you can’t be by yourself to dangerous”“Hey, as you can.