Entmoot I: National Emergency

[sisterandcousinandaunt]

Siscuz watched Tabby's ascent from a spot in the garden near the postern gate. "What in tarnation is he doing now?" The baker thought about a giant mass of communication equipment still sitting in a pile under a table at Teacup, muttering. "Everyone wants to rush around with phasers and broadswords, no one bothers to plug in the radio, because no one is REALLY interested in communicating. Hasty." Siscuz gave a truly Gallic shrug. Perhaps when Tabby's plan was clearer, the aid of someone with keys to the building and a bagful of tricks might be useful. No one keeps out the baker.Light from the alien invasion played across the garden. *sigh*