“I think this goat must have been fed on old boots,' Stubble complained as he chewed the last scraps of flesh from the bones littering his stew.” — Carl Sargent Copy Share Image
“By Duraden, I have trolls dancing in my head this morning!' Stubble grumbled, screwing his eyes into a squint at the bright morning light.” — Carl Sargent Copy Share Image
“I think this goat must have been fed on old boots,' Stubble complained as he chewed the last scraps of flesh from the bones… — Carl Sargent Copy Share Image
