"uh-huh," I Said. "because All You Mad,

You Really Are A Scary Man,no Really! If I Had Boots I Would Be Quaking In Them.

Why Was The Blind Guy Playing With Matches, You Ask? Because He's Good At It. Anything To Do With Fire, Igniting Things, Exploding Things, Things With Fuses, Wicks, Accelerants . . . Iggy's Your Man. It's One Of Those Good/bad Things.

Walking Over To Iggy, He Poked Him With His Shoe. "does Anysing On You Vork Properly?" Iggy Rubbed His Forehead With One Hand. "well, I Have A Highly Developed Sense Of Irony." Ter Borcht Tsked. "you Are A Liability To Your Group. I Assume You Alvays Hold Onto Someone's Shirt, Yes? Following Dem Closely?" "only When I'm Trying To Steal Their Dessert," Iggy Said Truthfully.

It Was A Pretty Complete List. The Kind Of List One Makes When One Cannot Fall Asleep Because One's Thoughts Keep Swirling Through One's Brain Like A Bunch Of Sparrows On Crack.

Life Can Be Like Walking On A High Wire. Falling Seems A Tiny Misstep Away.