We're on to you. A brilliant tactic I must say, but you've reckoned without our specially trained mice. You see, they have a nasty spike on... Hold on...
*** recieving transmission ***
----decripting message----
Legolas you fool! Stop telling
the enemy about our plans, or
I'll have you fed to the
ratagators - Brownie
*** End of message***
Ah. Ehr, like I was saying, our mice aren't very fond of scones...
... but let's (how did he say that?) talk? (yes, that was the word) about it over a Raspberry muffin. (attention all Chocians, consult code book)
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The last arrow of Legolas kindled in the air as it flew,
and plunged burning into the heart of a great wolf-chieftain.
All the others fled. -J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
[This message has been edited by Legolas the Elven Archer (edited 10-18-2001).]