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Show 67 "Going after a mere child?" Lathrop accused the bull. Benjamen wrapped himself in* his mother's skirt while she stood defiantly glaring at the man. The bull looked at the gooey ink that was covering his face and hands and clothes. Nomatter what he tried to do to clean himself up, the ink was there to stay. "What do you say we go home?" the mouse asked of the bull pathetically. "We've never let a treasonous printer go," snorted the bull. "And we never will," reassured his companion. Reluctantly, the ink besmirched victim conceded. "We'll be back, Master Whoever-you-are," he looked red-eyed at Lathrop. As the men were leaving the shop, one turned to the other, "'Folk tales!" to which the other replied, "Books for "child-ren! " No one said a word until the door closed. Elise was the first to speak. "Oh Reverend, Ah'm so sorry Ah embarrassed thee by striking out at that awful man...it's just that I..." Elise's humiliation was suddenly upstaged by fright as she saw Hyrum's body start to rise. "I thought you was dead!" she shrieked. |