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Synopsis: Shadow and Wednesday discuss their business arrangement, and are joined by a tall leprechaun, who goes by the name of Mad Sweeney. Wednesday orders three glasses of mead for Shadow. Sweeney performs coin tricks and gets rumbunctious. Audrey Burton spits in Laura Moon's face in the funeral parlour, and Shadow gives Laura a farewell token. The fat boy smokes synthetic toad skins and discourses on the dominant paradigm.

Hey Robert:

My dog ate my book!

I'm not sure what to make of this. Of all the books laying around, "American Gods" is the one he choose as the most tasty. I hope there wasn't any hidden mead in it.

Suzanne wrote:My dog ate my book! I hope there wasn't any hidden mead in it.

A hidden mead -- like you dog was directed by spiritual powers to interrupt your reading of the book? Well, maybe, but I have noticed that some secondhand books are permeated by the perfume the lady wore who owned the book, and your dog can identify even your fingerprints by smell a week later. Maybe your dog expresses its love by chewing on you? My sister has been having trouble with her dog Zoie chewing on her. Or could a few cookie crumbs have fallen into the book? Or maybe the dog wants you to pay attention to it and not the book.

Tom

Thomas Hood wrote:

Or maybe the dog wants you to pay attention to it and not the book.

This would explain his fondness for my reading glasses too.

He is angry I'm afraid. I have recently broken my ankle, he misses our walks.

Good excuse to buy the Author's Preferred Text.

Robert Tulip wrote:

Good excuse to buy the Author's Preferred Text.

That's it! I knew there was a metaphysical reason.

The "gods" wanted me to buy another book, those pesky gods of merchandicing!

Suzanne wrote:I have recently broken my ankle. . . .

Sorry to hear of this.

Thanks Tom:

I ran in a pot hole, and splat and splayed I went. I don't know what is worse, the pain, or the pain killers. I think I tollerate the pain better.