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Title: Lunch Money Post by: Linaeus on August 14, 2008, 02:31:33 pm I wer' walking through town an' I saw 'ah man choppin' wood. He 'ad a dog with'em, an' a fat pouch on 'is belt. I chucked 'ah scrap o' meat inter the field t'distract 'is dog an' moved in fer tha' grab.
(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c190/Warbringer/PickpocketMaccen.jpg) Oi' cut 'is pouch loose, 'en pointed t'a harpy tha' were thrashing about in the watar. The wood-choppar wen' af'er the Harpy an' I scooped the pouch off th'ground an' made off with 'is gold an' tools - nay t'mention some watar t'hold me o'er until I cin' talk Hoagie 'er Marcus int' givin' me some'at t'eat. *scrabbled sloppily in an unpracticed hand* |