It was a narrow crack, twisting and turning between tortured strata, winding its way ever upward. The cool flow of air that Chad maintained swirled ar...ound them, but as they moved away from the flowing sewage the cave grew darker, the patches of glowing fungus becoming smaller and farther apart."Watch your heads," Chad warned. "We're coming to the end of the tunnel."They crouched in the darkness, waiting for they knew not what. Chad reached out, trying to reach the local fuzzroach group mind,. Faith jumped up and pinched him on the arm and took off. That's for you shrimp" she called.Kenny was after her like a flash and when he caught her he was going to tickle her till she peed her pants. He chased her around the room, chairs, tables anything she could get between her and him, both of them laughing and giggling.Faith was going around the couch when he grabbed her arm, she jerked away but it threw her off balance and she fell over the arm on her back, She was scooting backwards trying. Any way the bouncers thought that we had too much to drink and asked us to leave peacefully, or forcefully, our choice. So Larry and I left to find more futile ground. We made our way to the liquor store just before they closed and we each bought a fifth of "yak". One would have been enough but, who cares we, were having fun. Larry suggested that we crash at his house and get afresh start later. We arrived at his house and entered. we sat at the table drinking and telling tall stories about. "Kin you make me a bellows like this?" Smith nodded his head at his forge."I can ... do you want me to?" Wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't," said Smith, the smith, "I'll pay."The day went by quickly. Smith shoed and John made 'improvements' to the shop. The next three days, John came early, stayed late and did his ideas to the equipment. By the Friday a week before the "Burning," Smith was gaining a reputation as the best smith in town. John had built an Ox sling for shoeing oxen, mounted.