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it was a strange day: the air damp with dismay, however i felt undaunted by the lack of funds and ventured out for a ball of ordinary blue wool. Out and around the town, weaving their way after me came the rat-woman and her two ratty bratty kids.
Her face was thin and pointy, her hair dark, her frame small, slightly leaning towards a widow's pique. She was a common sight around the town, a sister of the blonde douoble ups, the rat clan girls.

She was as prepared as she could be, having had her instructions pre-loaded by her mindreading forebears, she knew where I was headed, she wasn't as quick as she could be, so she struck up a conversation with the staff in ILkasons, and didn't get them to take off the blue wool before I got to the stack.

She'd failed! Behind me the snicking curses resounded strangely around the heads of the city staff. As she licked out her poisen in literal air. She then went on ahead, towards the cafe section, as if willing me to stop nearby. Her father's pet: the carrier pidgeon, fair muzzled with fowl thought pecked around the cafe floor. I stopped for a coffee and the ratty bratty children gave her away. I fed the pidgeon thoughtfully, and blessed the poor thing until it's mind was cleared, and it was free to fly away.

On the way back: I passed by a father & son's enterprise shop, not taking any notice of the enticement to come in and recieve a free get anything card. I'm not sure I believe in such librality. Perhaps they gave her one. So far nothing such has ever come my way, and besides I'm known to prefer another store. The Rat-Woman dragged her children in, she had made such a good friend of both of them. She was their on site tortorer's assistant. "I'll ring you later," she said sweetly dragging her nails through his suit cuff. "I'll be sure to let you know if she's awake. You can trust in me."

"I know," he replied, giving her a return glance, "I need to know you're honest. I need someone like you. You've always been my best friend. That list of your's was such a good idea."

"Mum," said a ratty brattty kid, "Can I have a pig thing?"
"No," said the Rat-Woman sourly, "You had something in the cafe. Come on before he smells a rat."

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In the hours of morning: well before dawn had time to streak the sky, a phone call was made.
".................. You can give it all to me..." she ended up with, her voice more sweet than poisened honey.
"For a while," she said to someone else after she put the phone down, "Then he'll be dead, and I'll own it anyway. AFter I eat him. Now I'd better take the picture of Leggings - cut into sellable peices down or it will only upset him."
There was a chorus of squeaky laughter.
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"What are you going to do about the bits you've already sold? " said an old voice, hunger in every syllable.
"I don't know as I'm gonna pay them back. I want her stuff too. And he's agreed..."
"Fair makes you wanna eat...."
"She should have known about this, her being a that, after that University type told us about her being edible and all... I mean how could we not... Wonder if he's one of them too?"
"He's not a housing manager... and he thinks we're related... What a fool. Can't he see I'm so much better than she is?"
More squeaky laughter.
"Nutcase!" said the old voice, "We all know you two are partners - as in the books, funny tho, Mr Pin and Mr Twolips."
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