Old bob set the can of root beer down on the coffee table, barely aware of what he was doing, his mind racing. At the thump of the dropped equipment, a chicken scurried away from the stable and uphill toward the shelter that had held the livestock through the long winter.
In which, to show his sincerity, he forthwith pledged the company in a draught which half emptied it. Meriem pointed with a sweep of her hand that took in, generously, half the continent of africa. He would have liked to be able to discuss such theories with an educated saaur, but all he had encountered were young male warriors with an attitude toward humans that could only be called contemptuous.