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Everybody, I am SO SORRY. I haven't written more to this story in F.O.R.E.V.E.R.  I'd forgotten how much I loved it...I'm so sorry. I'll try and write more today, and post a really long installment to make up for all that lost time.

This is Mei. I'm reading your ski lodge, Mice, and IT IS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!

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This THREAD is not DEAD! *Cheers* I'm so glad to be back! Thanks Mei, I'm glad you like the story! Here's the next installment!

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And so the CBers met up in the backyard to practice defending themselves. (When they'd asked the farmer's assistant how much longer they'd have to practice this hard, she'd replied with a shrug. "The farmer will probably loosen up the training once you show improvement. Which might be tomorrow, if you work hard. I know he definitely has a break planned for you today, though. Don't you worry.")

Tuck and roll...jump...dodge...the hours ticked by. Maybe not hours. Maybe days. Maybe not. The CBers didn't keep track of time. But they were proud to admit that at last, when the farmer dismissed them, they felt confident about what they had been toiling for--that dreaded word, defense. And he was obviously proud of them, too. "You've done so much in such a short amount of time!" He'd exclaimed. "I think you're ready."

Ready for what? The CBers somehow knew--somehow knew that 'ready' meant ready to stand against the murderer--the murderer who'd been trained the same as them; who'd been trained with them; who'd probably joked with them and (gulp) slept in the same room with them.

Remember that nagging sense of foreboding and confusion that the CBers had felt? Well, it was settling into something else. Something that resembled a sense of purpose. Something that made them feel good inside. They'd soon discover it--within the next twenty-four hours, the CBers would make a decision that could very well mean the death of all of them. But--never fear, for it was a hard decision, and the CBers would make the right choice.

"Time for a gathering!" The farmer's assistant announced. The CBers, having been lounging in the living room for the hour they'd been spared from work, hauled themselves off the couch, floor, and (in the CAPTCHAs' case), the top of the T.V. They trudged into the dining room, their new official meeting place. The farmer's assistant was a little disappointed that the meeting room she'd helped create was being neglected, but she had to agree that the dining room table was in fact easier to access.

"Okay," she said once everyone had settled in. "The hour is up, and it's time for some--er, dangerous stuff. First of all, we can't get our armor until the baddies outside know where to stay away from. So we need to show them who's boss. As the farmer's second hand, I'm going to lead the mission. Um, yes, we are going to try and shoo them away from the house. And maybe capture some of them. Don't feel bad if you're left out. You will have your chance later to fight. I'm thinking Moonfrost, Poetic Panda, Spyro and his choice team of animals, Turgon, Over the Rainbow, and Shadow Dragon. You guys will come with me. In thirty minutes. Puck, I need you to make some stuff to shoot off Rainbow's arrows, some things to harness onto the animals Spyro is bringing--Spyro, tell Puck the sizes and types of your animals so she can make something that immobilizes attackers when they hit it to put on as a sort of armor--"

The farmer's assistant was talking so fast that the CBers had to squint their ears, and even their eyes, to hear her. Spyro took a moment of thought to choose his team of animals, and whispered his choices into Puck's ear. He did not want to risk interrupting the farmer's assistant, as her mouth seemed to be going faster than her brain and she might not remember what she was saying if she got stopped.

"And please also make us some sturdy nets, boomerangs--oh, dear, we should've done this hours ago--hurry, please, Puck. We don't have much time to spare."

The CBers spoken to nodded their heads. "Get yourselves prepared! Practice defense! We'll set up a camp after exploring a bit and plan a strategy. And before we go, we'll make a basic course of action."

In a heartbeat, the CBers dispersed; those not having been chosen assisting their friends in their duties.

Meanwhile, the murderer had her own plans.

Going to try to fight me, huh? I don't care. My animals are strong. They won't betray me...They don't know what they're doing, anyhow! I'll do what's best for them--wait and see. As for  him: Tonight.

  And with that, she bounced off to 'help' make nets--nets that wouldn't work.

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I finished reading it!

Mice, how are you so good at this stuff? I want some tips!