A Little Drabble Do Ya - Wild Goose Chase
Mar. 6th, 2013 01:45 pm
They charged into a small side street.
“Now where?” Napoleon panted.
“Next left.” Illya replied, studying the direction finder.
They ran down the cobbled street of the rural village.
“If you say left again we’ll be back were we started.”
“Right. Nyet, straight on.”
“That’s a dead end.”
Illya shrugged, “he has stopped.”
A study of the wall revealed no secret entrance.
“We’ll have to go around.”
On the other side was a village green, full of geese.
“He’s discarded the tracer and one must've swallowed it.”
“Chyort, knew it was a wild goose chase.”
“You telling Waverly, or me?”
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