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Masquerade Author's note: This is based sometime around the 1700s. Bauchan's eyes swiveled slyly from one end of the cavernous ball room to the other, finding new faces, memorizing them, then dismissing them.  He had been searching for a hedgehog by the name of Penley McMullen all evening, but had yet to find him.  Penley was of noble blood, an exceedingly rich creature with few true friends but countless acquaintances that assured others that they were close to him, for it was a great honor to be considered such.  Since the hedgehog was loved so in the upper class society, many had been rejecting the sad fact

London Bridge Author's Note:  This happens in the year 1666. "Die!" Blackfang snarled, running his opponent through with his blade.  The other rat's mouth fell open as he staggered backward, clutching at the gaping wound.  He dropped his weapon and hit the ground next to the chunk of rotting fish that he had discovered only a moment ago.  Blackfang cackled gleefully and thrust his knife back through his belt.  He kicked the slain rat's body scornfully as he walked past, saying, "Shoulda' shared, mate.  That's what ye get fer bein' selfish." The rat sat down next to the fish and to