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               Prancy Finds His Way Home
             
             Prancy lept from his aching s
             pot in the park.  He had spen
             t the day playing chess with 
             the other men who hadn't much
             else to do with their day. H
             e was pratically the worst pl
             ayer at chess that had ever t
             aken a spot in this long forg
             otten cemeted playground. Tha
             t was why they liked him. "Pr
             ancy," they said, "How the HE
             LL are you gonna get out of t
             his one!!?"  And he would loo
             k doe eyed and innocent with 
             each toppling piece and simpl
             y say, "I don't know." Walkin
             g home, He felt the wind begi
             n to pick on him as well. A s
             mall change in it's direction
              made him have to pick up the
              pace a bit. When he turned t
             he corner, he had a much bett
             er view of the horror that no
             w was about to engulf him and
              his city. He looked in terro
             r as his mind suddenly awoke.
              His own house was leaping fr
             om building to building like 
             a wild panther.  His eyelids 
             did not blink as his pale bod
             y froze.  Yes, he recognized
             the 1709 clearly marked next 
             to the front door. But everyt
             hing now was covered in fur. 
             The garage had splintered int
             o fangs.  And the
             
               ehh... whatever, it ate him.
               
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