|The Story||The Authors|
And thus it was that Boar, the once-again-hatless Cat, and Things
One and Two found themselves thrown roughly into a dank, windowless
cell, replete with rusty chains, hungry rats and weirdly phosphorescent
"It seems that we are in the shit.
...remarked the Cat, for all of them, and when the ensuingly pregnant
silenced that followed these apt musings on their predicament was
broken, it was not by any of them, but by a froggy groan emanating
from the far corner of the cell.