The Lion Doesn't Sleep Tonight - A Very Roman Holiday

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"The catacombs! Yes, I could do it! But what about you andrepparttar others?"

The prisoner shook his head. "We each will serve God in his own way. But you - take this torepparttar 118297 brethern." From within his cloak he drew a small scroll made of some animal skin. "I thought it would have to be destroyed with me, but now it seems that is not so. It's a first generation copy of a letter from our brother Paulus to his friends in this city. Give it torepparttar 118298 others - they will treasure it well!"

Tock tuckedrepparttar 118299 scroll into his shell with reverence. Then, before he could think twice about it, he hopped intorepparttar 118300 slimy pit. Oh,repparttar 118301 stench! At least he had a soft landing. (He tried not to think aboutrepparttar 118302 reason why.) Tock crawled away as fast as his legs would take him. He made mental note to thank George, his personal trainer, for working him so hard onrepparttar 118303 treadmill in recent weeks.

The dark passage twisted and turned. Tock passed through a broken cistern where he was able to wash off most ofrepparttar 118304 muck covering his body. After more wandering inrepparttar 118305 dark, Tock entered a cavernous room dimly lit by sunlight shining through cracks inrepparttar 118306 high ceiling. There were signs that people had been there recently, but not a soul was to be found. Alone and lost, Tock sat down in despair. From within his shell, he pulled outrepparttar 118307 scroll and his laptop. "I wonder how long I've been down here", he muttered. Then, forrepparttar 118308 first time, he noticed thatrepparttar 118309 label onrepparttar 118310 center face in his Clock Trizoner clock read "Italy".

"Of course!" Tock slapped his shell withrepparttar 118311 palm of his hand. He remembered now that he had set one ofrepparttar 118312 three clock faces for Shiverbrook time, one for Eastern Standard (he often phoned his sister in Virginia), and one forrepparttar 118313 corresponding time in Italy (Trik-Tech was sending him there next week on business). He tried to activaterepparttar 118314 Shiverbrook clock face, but it didn't respond. Butrepparttar 118315 clock face labeled "Virginia" was active! With a quiver in his green belly, Tock clicked Apply. Immediately, he felt a buzzing in his head again ("Got to cut back on coffee after 10 p.m.", he thought) and his surroundings began to fade.

"Oh no,repparttar 118316 scroll!" Tock cried. Drat. It would probably sit in that cave for all of history. Nothing to be done about it now.

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The Gray, the Blue, and the Green

Written by Laura Fink

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Andrew smiled as though to himself. "Well, sure, if a turtle's going to talk to me in a vision, no reason why I shouldn't answer it. We're in Virginia, near a place called Farmville. Yesterday around this time, we were nearly decimated by General Lee's troups, who passed through here like a whirlwind. I and my men are all that's left of our regiment, and we've lost contact with other Union forces."

"Andrepparttar date?" Tock asked, breathlessly.

"Aprilrepparttar 118296 eighth,repparttar 118297 year of our Lord 1865."

"Sir, listen to me. Don't give up! If you can just make it to a place called Appomattox by tomorrow morning, you'll be fine!"

"Hmmm, Appomattox... That's a good forty-mile haul from here. But if we started now... I wonder whatrepparttar 118298 hour is, already?"

Tock smiled in relief. Andrew would take his men to Appomattox in time forrepparttar 118299 historic moment of Lee's surrender! He whipped out his laptop and reactivatedrepparttar 118300 screen. "It's only 4:30 inrepparttar 118301 afternoon, sir. You've got plenty of time to..." Suddenly he noticed that Andrew was looking atrepparttar 118302 computer with a dazed expression in his eyes. His head nodded, and then he slumped over in a faint. Tock decided to take advantage of this temporary lapse in Andrew's attention to make his getaway. Scrambling under a bush, he pulled out his laptop again and tried to activaterepparttar 118303 Trizoner clock faces. They were dead. In frustration, he selectionrepparttar 118304 Change Skin function, and looked throughrepparttar 118305 list of clock skins.

"Hmmm. Pizza with extra cheese. I could go for one of those right now!" Tock clicked Apply, and in an instantrepparttar 118306 now-familiar buzz began in his head. (He was starting to like it. "Better than coffee, actually.") His surroundings began to fade. Now a well-seasoned skin traveller, Tock waited a few moments, and, as he expected,repparttar 118307 buzzing stopped. But where was he? All was dark, and some rough material dangling from a low ceiling scratchedrepparttar 118308 top of his head. Trying not to panic, Tock began to crawl. All he had to guide him wasrepparttar 118309 faint sound of voices inrepparttar 118310 distance, andrepparttar 118311 tantalizing scent of a hot pizza, probably oozing with extra cheese...

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