Ahem.



Now that I have your attention, i will continue.









Lliath was furious with himself.

How could he have let a rabbit spy into his base, of his own good (or mabye bad) will!

If that was a rabbit spy. . .

Anyway, he went into a very troubled sleep, reliving the events of that day as he drifted off. He had no dreams that night, which was a miracle, but woke up sore and sleepy.

He buried his face in his pillow, and stuck his fingers in his ears.

When that didn't work, he finally got up.

The breakfast guard came in, without his breakfast. Already being in a bad mood, Lliath exploded at him.

"Where's my breakfast?!?!?!?!"

The guard's eyes flickered nervously.

"Um, SIR! Your breakfast is missing, SIR!"

"Well, what happened?"

"You were to have two scones and a mushroom flan, SIR! The cook came down this morning and it was gone, SIR! These were found by the spot he left it, SIR! Mabye it's a clue, SIR!"

And he pulled out two large, red feathers.



Btw, Kaz, are you a good speller?