George Inness October

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shadows and fled before he could make out what it was.
The Watch House door slammed open and Carrot emerged, sword in hand.
'Where'd it go? Where'd it go?'
'Dunno. What , didn't you? Did it all wrong! Now she's run off and you'll never see her again!
He turned. A small grey dog was watching him intently from the doorway.
Shock like that, she might never Change back again said his thoughts. Who cares if she's a werewolf? That didn't bother you until you knew! Incident'ly, any biscuits about your person could be usefully the hell was it?'Carrot stopped.'Uh. Not sure,' he said.'Carrot?''Sarge?''I should put some clothes on if I was you, lad.'Carrot stayed looking into the pre-dawn gloom.'I mean, I turned around and there it was, and—'He looked down at the sword in his hand as if he hadn't realized that he was carrying it.'Oh, damn!' he said.He ran back to his room and grabbed his britches. As he struggled into them, he was suddenly aware of a thought in his head, clear as ice.You are a pillock, what are you? Picked up the sword automatically