Call It My Little Gesture Toward Social

...zedar Was Gone...as An Owl, Though, I Was Able To Drift Silently From Tree To Tree Until I Caught Up With Him...he Wasn't Really Hard To Follow, Since He'd Conjured Up A Dim, Greenish Light To See By --and To Hold Off The Boogiemen. Did I Ever Tell You That Zedar's Afraid Of The Dark? That Adds Another Dimension To His Present Situation, Doesn't It? He Was Bundled To The Ears In Furs, And He Was Muttering To Himself As He Floundered Along Through The Snow. Zedar Talks To Himself A Lot. He Always Has. ...i Drifted To A Nearby Tree And Watched Him --owlishly. Sorry. I Couldn't Resist That.

The Unfortunate Thing About Working For Yourself Is That You Have The Worst Boss In The World. I Work Every Day Of The Year Except At Christmas, When I Work A Half Day.

I Must Admit That I Haven't Heard Of The Duchess Of Erat Before." "you're A Fortunate Man," Wolf Said. "she's A Great Beauty," The Man Said Admiringly. "and Has A Temper To Match," Wolf Told Him. "i Noticed That," The Guard Said. "we Noticed You Noticing," Silk Told Him Slyly.

When You Get Down To The Bottom Of It, Only About Half Of What We Remember Really Happened. We Tend To Modify Things To Make Ourselves Look Better In Our Own Eyes And In The Eyes Of Others. Then, If What We Did Wasn't Really Very Admirable, We Tend To Forget That It Ever Happened. A Normal Human Being's Grasp On Reality Is Very Tenuous At Best. Our Imaginary Lives Are Usually Much Nicer.

The Only Reason There's Such A Thing As A Morning In The First Place Is To Keep Night And Afternoon From Bumping Into Each Other. -kheldar