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Show 101 dashed me i n t o the depths of misery. And worse, I was growing afraid of him, more and more as the days passed. If we could get out of Hamelin without doing harm to anyone, I would be so grateful that I would.. .would pray hard every day of my l i f e . What else had I to offer God? Later in the morning a f t e r the f i r s t baking was done, Trude Scadelant and Ulrich Wulf came into the shop to buy bread for their mothers. " I t was so funny, Geist," Ulrich said, "that t r i c k you did with the bun f l y i n g away and the dog catching i t , it made me laugh. You should have stayed afterward. We had a good time." "That was my dog, and he d i d n ' t come home l a s t n i g h t , " Trude said. "His name is Bear, and h e ' s always running away. Mother says he will come home as usual when he gets hungry enough. He's always hungry." "There was a mad dog out on the s t r e e t l a s t night, but my father k i l l e d i t , " Hilde told them. "What did i t look l i k e ?" "I don't know, but i t couldn't have been your dog because my father said i t was large and v i c i o u s ." They talked about t h a t for a l i t t l e while, each one r e l a t i n g some horrible story of a person who'd been b i t t e n by such an animal and gone mad. "Did you see the l i g h t n i n g l a s t night?" Ulrich asked Hilde, who was counting out the loaves. "Yes, i t kept me awake shining through the window. I d i d n ' t sleep |