It rained all day. Aleia and the hobbits were all cold, miserable, itchy, and covered in mud. They finally reached the eastern edge of the Marshes, but were all too tired to continue on. They might go a few more miles tonight, just to make some distance between them and the Neekerbreekers, but for now they are just wanting to rest.
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"There's a big...machine in the sky...some kind of electric snake...coming straight at us."
"Shoot it," said my attorney.
"Not yet...I want to study its habits."
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