Len Harry reluctantly leaves his home in Middletown as the town is being relocated to make way for a new hydroelectric dam and lake. Though upset to leave, he is surprised to find that his rebuilt house is an exact replica of the original. Some time later, when the lake is filled, two coffins containing the preserved bodies of Len's wife Molly and her lover are discovered, along with Len's Egyptian artifacts.
Fairy tale is an exact example of cultural heritage which is unique for every country or region. It shows cultural identities and it is important to understand the deep roots of each culture. Fairy tale can be expressed through different types of art forms. The project’s partners can get to know more about their own culture as well as other cultures.
Improving agricultural data systems and boosting support to smallholder farmers in the fight against hunger emerged as key topics during discussions between Bill Gates, co-chair of the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, and FAO Director-General José Graziano da Silva, today at FAO headquarters.
1. Complete the Budget Challenge activity at httpswww.federa.docxcatheryncouper
1. Complete the Budget Challenge activity at: https://www.federalbudgetchallenge.org/challenges/20/pages/overview
a. Keep a record of your selections and why you decided to select them and not the other options. ( keep a record of your selections in piece of paper so you can go back and reflect on your choices in your write-up. For instance, the first choice is about investments. So, on a piece of paper write down whether you selected any of the investment choices and a quick note about why you chose (for example) to spend $30B to establish a National Infrastructure Bank but didn't select to invest in the other options.) your selections as those reflect your own personal, subjective, choices. I will grade the assignment based on whether you have provided a thoughtful written response that answers the questions posted on the instructions.
b. When you’ve finished, save your results summary page.
2. Write a 2.5+ page summary overview of your experience, discussing your budget selections and analyzing your responses. Use the following questions to guide your response, but don't be limited by them:
a. What was challenging?
b. What was easy?
c. What do your selections say about your policy priorities and political ideologies?
** source: (Author Last Name, Year, pg.)
June 2003: WAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AIR
“Did you hear about it?”
“About what?”
“The niggers, the niggers!”
“What about ’em?”
“Them leaving, pulling out, going away; did you hear?”
“What you mean, pulling out? How can they do that?”
“They can, they will, they are.”
“Just a couple?”
“Every single one here in the South!”
“No.”
“Yes!”
“I got to see that. I don’t believe it. Where they going — Africa?”
A silence.
“Mars.”
“You mean the planet Mars?”
“That’s right.”
The men stood up in the hot shade of the hardware porch. Someone quit lighting a pipe. Somebody else spat out into the hot dust of noon.
“They can’t leave, they can’t do that.”
“They’re doing it, anyways.”
“Where’d you hear this?”
“It’s everywhere, on the radio a minute ago, just come through.”
Like a series of dusty statues, the men came to life.
Samuel Teece, the hardware proprietor, laughed uneasily. “I wondered what happened to Silly. I sent him on my bike an hour ago. He ain’t come back from Mrs. Bordman’s yet. You think that black fool just pedaled off to Mars?”
The men snorted.
“All I say is, he better bring back my bike. I don’t take stealing from no one, by God.”
“Listen!”
The men collided irritably with each other, turning.
Far up the street the levee seemed to have broken. The black warm waters descended and engulfed the town. Between the blazing white banks of the town stores, among the tree silences, a black tide flowed. Like a kind of summer molasses, it poured turgidly forth upon the cinnamon-dusty road. It surged slow, slow, and it was men and women and horses and barking dogs, and it was little boys and girls. And from the mouths of the people partaking of this tide came the sound of a river. A summer-.
Select two authors from the indigenous readings to compare and c.docxtcarolyn
Select two authors from the indigenous readings to compare and contrast. You may want to select one from each country and compare and contrast the Native American experience with that of the Aboriginal Australian experience.
What did the two populations have in common?
How were their experiences different?
How did the authors represent their time period and their culture?
How did they represent mainstream society vs. the indigenous people?
What are common traits in both worlds?
How are myths and legends utilized by both indigenous populations?
In your initial post
, submit your comparison by writing a full paragraph on each story or author you are examining. (As a reminder, a full paragraph consists of 5-8 sentences). Feel free to utilize outside resources for support to your posts, and be sure to acknowledge your sources.
In your responses to peers
, it is important to add to the ideas presented by your peers. If you wrote about the same story, then add how you felt about it in comparison to your peer.
Did you find any additional information that helped you understand either the period or the struggles of the characters in your chosen work?
If you wrote about a different story, then can you suggest some ideas for your classmate to understand the story or stories further?
The Man to Send Rain Clouds
LESLIE MARMON SILKO
[b. 1948]
ONE
They found him under a big cottonwood tree. His Levi jacket and pants were faded light-blue so that he had been easy to find. The big cottonwood tree stood apart from a small grove of winterbare cottonwoods which grew in the wide, sandy arroyo. He had been dead for a day or more, and the sheep had wandered and scattered up and down the arroyo. Leon and his brother-in-law, Ken, gathered the sheep and left them in the pen at the sheep camp before they returned to the cottonwood tree. Leon waited under the tree while Ken drove the truck through the deep sand to the edge of the arroyo. He squinted up at the sun and unzipped his jacket—it sure was hot for this time of year. But high and northwest the blue mountains were still deep in snow. Ken came sliding down the low, crumbling bank about fifty yards down, and he was bringing the red blanket.
Before they wrapped the old man, Leon took a piece of string out of his pocket and tied a small gray feather in the old man’s long white hair. Ken gave him the paint. Across the brown wrinkled forehead he drew a streak of white and along the high cheekbones he drew a strip of blue paint. He paused and watched Ken throw pinches of corn meal and pollen into the wind that fluttered the small gray feather. Then Leon painted with yellow under the old man’s broad nose, and finally, when he had painted green across the chin, he smiled.
“Send us rain clouds, Grandfather.” They laid the bundle in the back of the pickup and covered it with a heavy tarp before they started back to the pueblo.
They turned off the highway onto the sandy pueblo road. Not long after the.
The strange case of dr jekyll and mr hydeRoy Rojas
This is an edited version of the Penguin Reader´s version of "The strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde"
A Study Guide based on this version can be found through this link:
<iframe src="http://www.slideshare.net/slideshow/embed_code/14578661" height="511" width="479"> </iframe> <div> <strong> <a>Study guide "Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde"</a> </strong> from <strong><a>Roy Rojas</a></strong> </div>
Fairy tale is an exact example of cultural heritage which is unique for every country or region. It shows cultural identities and it is important to understand the deep roots of each culture. Fairy tale can be expressed through different types of art forms. The project’s partners can get to know more about their own culture as well as other cultures.
Improving agricultural data systems and boosting support to smallholder farmers in the fight against hunger emerged as key topics during discussions between Bill Gates, co-chair of the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, and FAO Director-General José Graziano da Silva, today at FAO headquarters.
1. Complete the Budget Challenge activity at httpswww.federa.docxcatheryncouper
1. Complete the Budget Challenge activity at: https://www.federalbudgetchallenge.org/challenges/20/pages/overview
a. Keep a record of your selections and why you decided to select them and not the other options. ( keep a record of your selections in piece of paper so you can go back and reflect on your choices in your write-up. For instance, the first choice is about investments. So, on a piece of paper write down whether you selected any of the investment choices and a quick note about why you chose (for example) to spend $30B to establish a National Infrastructure Bank but didn't select to invest in the other options.) your selections as those reflect your own personal, subjective, choices. I will grade the assignment based on whether you have provided a thoughtful written response that answers the questions posted on the instructions.
b. When you’ve finished, save your results summary page.
2. Write a 2.5+ page summary overview of your experience, discussing your budget selections and analyzing your responses. Use the following questions to guide your response, but don't be limited by them:
a. What was challenging?
b. What was easy?
c. What do your selections say about your policy priorities and political ideologies?
** source: (Author Last Name, Year, pg.)
June 2003: WAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AIR
“Did you hear about it?”
“About what?”
“The niggers, the niggers!”
“What about ’em?”
“Them leaving, pulling out, going away; did you hear?”
“What you mean, pulling out? How can they do that?”
“They can, they will, they are.”
“Just a couple?”
“Every single one here in the South!”
“No.”
“Yes!”
“I got to see that. I don’t believe it. Where they going — Africa?”
A silence.
“Mars.”
“You mean the planet Mars?”
“That’s right.”
The men stood up in the hot shade of the hardware porch. Someone quit lighting a pipe. Somebody else spat out into the hot dust of noon.
“They can’t leave, they can’t do that.”
“They’re doing it, anyways.”
“Where’d you hear this?”
“It’s everywhere, on the radio a minute ago, just come through.”
Like a series of dusty statues, the men came to life.
Samuel Teece, the hardware proprietor, laughed uneasily. “I wondered what happened to Silly. I sent him on my bike an hour ago. He ain’t come back from Mrs. Bordman’s yet. You think that black fool just pedaled off to Mars?”
The men snorted.
“All I say is, he better bring back my bike. I don’t take stealing from no one, by God.”
“Listen!”
The men collided irritably with each other, turning.
Far up the street the levee seemed to have broken. The black warm waters descended and engulfed the town. Between the blazing white banks of the town stores, among the tree silences, a black tide flowed. Like a kind of summer molasses, it poured turgidly forth upon the cinnamon-dusty road. It surged slow, slow, and it was men and women and horses and barking dogs, and it was little boys and girls. And from the mouths of the people partaking of this tide came the sound of a river. A summer-.
Select two authors from the indigenous readings to compare and c.docxtcarolyn
Select two authors from the indigenous readings to compare and contrast. You may want to select one from each country and compare and contrast the Native American experience with that of the Aboriginal Australian experience.
What did the two populations have in common?
How were their experiences different?
How did the authors represent their time period and their culture?
How did they represent mainstream society vs. the indigenous people?
What are common traits in both worlds?
How are myths and legends utilized by both indigenous populations?
In your initial post
, submit your comparison by writing a full paragraph on each story or author you are examining. (As a reminder, a full paragraph consists of 5-8 sentences). Feel free to utilize outside resources for support to your posts, and be sure to acknowledge your sources.
In your responses to peers
, it is important to add to the ideas presented by your peers. If you wrote about the same story, then add how you felt about it in comparison to your peer.
Did you find any additional information that helped you understand either the period or the struggles of the characters in your chosen work?
If you wrote about a different story, then can you suggest some ideas for your classmate to understand the story or stories further?
The Man to Send Rain Clouds
LESLIE MARMON SILKO
[b. 1948]
ONE
They found him under a big cottonwood tree. His Levi jacket and pants were faded light-blue so that he had been easy to find. The big cottonwood tree stood apart from a small grove of winterbare cottonwoods which grew in the wide, sandy arroyo. He had been dead for a day or more, and the sheep had wandered and scattered up and down the arroyo. Leon and his brother-in-law, Ken, gathered the sheep and left them in the pen at the sheep camp before they returned to the cottonwood tree. Leon waited under the tree while Ken drove the truck through the deep sand to the edge of the arroyo. He squinted up at the sun and unzipped his jacket—it sure was hot for this time of year. But high and northwest the blue mountains were still deep in snow. Ken came sliding down the low, crumbling bank about fifty yards down, and he was bringing the red blanket.
Before they wrapped the old man, Leon took a piece of string out of his pocket and tied a small gray feather in the old man’s long white hair. Ken gave him the paint. Across the brown wrinkled forehead he drew a streak of white and along the high cheekbones he drew a strip of blue paint. He paused and watched Ken throw pinches of corn meal and pollen into the wind that fluttered the small gray feather. Then Leon painted with yellow under the old man’s broad nose, and finally, when he had painted green across the chin, he smiled.
“Send us rain clouds, Grandfather.” They laid the bundle in the back of the pickup and covered it with a heavy tarp before they started back to the pueblo.
They turned off the highway onto the sandy pueblo road. Not long after the.
The strange case of dr jekyll and mr hydeRoy Rojas
This is an edited version of the Penguin Reader´s version of "The strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde"
A Study Guide based on this version can be found through this link:
<iframe src="http://www.slideshare.net/slideshow/embed_code/14578661" height="511" width="479"> </iframe> <div> <strong> <a>Study guide "Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde"</a> </strong> from <strong><a>Roy Rojas</a></strong> </div>
"The Adventure of the Speckled Band" is one of 56 short Sherlock Holmes stories written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the eigth story of twelve in the collection The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. It was originally published in Strand Magazine in February 1892.
Tinged with Gothic elements, "The Speckled Band" is considered by many to be one of Doyle's finest works, with the author himself calling it his best story. The story, alongside the rest of the Sherlock Holmes canon, has become a defining part of detective fiction. It has been adapted for television, film, theatre, radio, and a video game. It is also part of the exhibit at the Sherlock Holmes Museum.
1. Respond to the Question Is auscultation of bowel sounds us.docxcarlstromcurtis
1. Respond to the Question: Is "auscultation" of bowel sounds useful in assessing for abdominal trauma in the wilderness? Why or why not?
2. List three symptoms of "mittelschmerz" (look it up if needed) and describe why it may or may not be helpful to distinguish these symptoms while in the wilderness.
3. Write one "insightful" Peer Review of a classmates response to the above question or symptoms.
Rubric: 15 Possible Points
1 point for writing a yes/no response to the questions.
2 points for writing an adequate response to the Question (includes a yes/no answer along with an explanation as to why)
3 points for writing a thorough response to the Question (includes a yes/no answer, why, and possible treatments)
3 points for listing three correct symptoms of mittelschmerz
1 point for making a positive Peer Review response
2 points for making a positive Peer Review response with an explanation why it was a good
3 points for making a positive Peer Review response with an explanation why, and a suggestion of improvement or an additional insight.
1
Out of the Cold House
Zayda Sorrell-Medina
I was awakened by a loud thump in the middle of the night. The bedroom doors fluttered
open and the light flickered on. Before me, a tall man appeared from the back room. His shirt
was torn at the bottom and his hair was filled with lint. He held my eldest brother, Jonathan,
eleven, mercilessly by the neck. Jonathan’s long and lanky legs dangled in midair. His cinnamon
brown face slowly turned pulsing red. He scratched the tall man’s face to fight him off, but the
tall man squeezed harder. Jonathan’s arms fell to his side and his legs grew limp.
In my four-year-old mind, nothing made sense. The bustle of the St. Louis ghetto that
normally bled into the night was nonexistent. The world around me stopped. The piercing sound
of my eldest brother gasping for air echoed in my head. He could not breathe, and I had stood
there, helplessly watching.
My brothers and sisters were at home that night. Crystal, three, and Maria, two, both fast
asleep. Ricardo, five, must have been asleep in the other room. Andres, ten, who was known for
his quick temperament, watched stiffly from the hallway, his nose flared, and his forehead filled
with veins. He dashed into the other room and returned with a hammer in his right hand, ready to
pounce. The tall man smirked.
My mother, who was out a lot, was at home that night. She saw the sinister look on the
man’s face and quickly ran to Andres. “Give me the hammer,” she said, ripping it from my
brother’s hand. Her terror filled eyes shifted towards the tall man, whose nails were still planted
deeply in Jonathan’s throat. She leaped into the air and swung the hammer, hitting the tall man in
the temple. The man stumbled backwards, his cheeks landing firmly against the wooden floors,
his mouth and eyes wide open, blood oozing from his head. The world around us stopped. .
1. Respond to the Question Is auscultation of bowel sounds us.docxtrippettjettie
1. Respond to the Question: Is "auscultation" of bowel sounds useful in assessing for abdominal trauma in the wilderness? Why or why not?
2. List three symptoms of "mittelschmerz" (look it up if needed) and describe why it may or may not be helpful to distinguish these symptoms while in the wilderness.
3. Write one "insightful" Peer Review of a classmates response to the above question or symptoms.
Rubric: 15 Possible Points
1 point for writing a yes/no response to the questions.
2 points for writing an adequate response to the Question (includes a yes/no answer along with an explanation as to why)
3 points for writing a thorough response to the Question (includes a yes/no answer, why, and possible treatments)
3 points for listing three correct symptoms of mittelschmerz
1 point for making a positive Peer Review response
2 points for making a positive Peer Review response with an explanation why it was a good
3 points for making a positive Peer Review response with an explanation why, and a suggestion of improvement or an additional insight.
1
Out of the Cold House
Zayda Sorrell-Medina
I was awakened by a loud thump in the middle of the night. The bedroom doors fluttered
open and the light flickered on. Before me, a tall man appeared from the back room. His shirt
was torn at the bottom and his hair was filled with lint. He held my eldest brother, Jonathan,
eleven, mercilessly by the neck. Jonathan’s long and lanky legs dangled in midair. His cinnamon
brown face slowly turned pulsing red. He scratched the tall man’s face to fight him off, but the
tall man squeezed harder. Jonathan’s arms fell to his side and his legs grew limp.
In my four-year-old mind, nothing made sense. The bustle of the St. Louis ghetto that
normally bled into the night was nonexistent. The world around me stopped. The piercing sound
of my eldest brother gasping for air echoed in my head. He could not breathe, and I had stood
there, helplessly watching.
My brothers and sisters were at home that night. Crystal, three, and Maria, two, both fast
asleep. Ricardo, five, must have been asleep in the other room. Andres, ten, who was known for
his quick temperament, watched stiffly from the hallway, his nose flared, and his forehead filled
with veins. He dashed into the other room and returned with a hammer in his right hand, ready to
pounce. The tall man smirked.
My mother, who was out a lot, was at home that night. She saw the sinister look on the
man’s face and quickly ran to Andres. “Give me the hammer,” she said, ripping it from my
brother’s hand. Her terror filled eyes shifted towards the tall man, whose nails were still planted
deeply in Jonathan’s throat. She leaped into the air and swung the hammer, hitting the tall man in
the temple. The man stumbled backwards, his cheeks landing firmly against the wooden floors,
his mouth and eyes wide open, blood oozing from his head. The world around us stopped. .
Clyde Everett was a Private Investigator living in Applebay City, a city with tremendous crime rate where corruption among elites is no longer a secret. One day, Applebay City Police Detective Lilian Kathleen came to offer him a murder case of Eleanor Flemming. At first, he refused but his curiosity pushed him deep into the case. What started as simple homicide case turned into something much bigger, complicated and life threatening. Will Clyde successfully bring an end to the case?
1. Threw Lake by Les Bill Gates
Len Harry sat in his armchair in front of a roaring log fire, a steaming cup of
cocoa warming his hands, and contemplated the events leading up to this day. The
sound of teeming rain on the iron roof almost muffled the sound of the crackling fire.
It had all begun about six months ago when he had received a letter from the
proprietors of the Stony Mountains Hydro-Electric Scheme. Len had never learned to
read, but his good friend, Sam Collins, had read it to him.
‘Middletown will be rebuilt, every building will be relocated,’ it had said, ‘for
the future benefit of everyone … the Threw River will be dammed to create a new
lake … to provide hydro-electric power … in the best interests of the people of
Middletown.’
“Bah!” Sam had retorted. “How will it benefit us? For the benefit of them in
the city, that’s all it is.”
A new sound disturbed Len from his thoughts. He heard a knock at the front
door. He rose and hobbled into the hallway. As he passed, he caught a glimpse of
himself in the hallway mirror. He appeared stooped, his hair was thinning and his face
looked pale and drawn. I’m getting old, he thought.
He opened the door a crack, with the chain still connected. “Who is it?” He
knew it was Vetti by the smell of garlic.
“It’s time to go, Mr Harry.”
“I’m not going.”
“You have to leave now. The police are outside. If you don’t leave voluntarily,
then I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask them to arrest you.” The bailiff’s tone
sounded sympathetic, but firm.
2. Len closed the door and removed the chain. He looked at the short, fat man
and ushered him in with a turn of his head. Vetti followed him to the living room.
“Get ready to leave now, Mr Harry.”
“I need some time…”
Vetti looked at the old man who remained deep in thought. He had to find a
way to get through to him. His eyes roamed the room, and then lit upon the
mantelpiece where he saw a photograph of a smiling woman in a silver frame. The
photo stood between two unusual ornaments.
“Who’s that in the photo? She’s very pretty.”
Len looked up and sighed. “That’s Molly, my wife. She disappeared nine
years ago. Took off with that doctor – Heath his name was. They’d been having an
affair for several months before I found out. I never knew what she saw in him. He
had a nose like a beak.”
“Why do you keep her photo on the mantelpiece?”
“I still love her.”
“I’m sorry, Mr Harry. A kind person like you didn’t deserve that. What are the
ornaments? They look like some kind of foreign artefacts.”
“They’re from Egypt. The one on the left is a statuette in the form of a
mummy. The ancient Egyptians called it a Shabti and believed it would assist them in
the afterlife. The one on the right is an amulet representing one of their most powerful
gods, Horus, who had a man's body and a hawk's head.”
“Are they valuable?”
“No, I don’t think so. I have many Egyptian artefacts in the house. It’s my
hobby to collect them. I get most of them from antique stores and opportunity shops.”
3. Vetti placed a hand on Len’s shoulder. “It’s time to go now, Mr Harry. Come,
I’ll help you pack a few things.”
The old man winced as he eased himself to his feet, and then shuffled off
towards the bedroom. Vetti followed. He’s made the bed and everything’s tidy, he
thought. He’s made no attempt to get ready to leave.
Len moved to an old wooden wardrobe – one with a long mirror on the door –
and reached up to the top shelf to pull down a tatty brown suitcase. He placed the
opened case on the bed and took a couple of shirts and a pair of trousers from the
wardrobe. He pulled out a drawer from his chest of drawers and selected some more
clothes. Then he disappeared into the bathroom and returned a moment later with his
washing things and toothbrush. He threw in a book and a torch. After he had secured
the suitcase, Len sat on the bed. A tear rolled down his right cheek.
“Don’t worry, Mr Harry. I’ll take you to the motel now. The house movers
will deal with the rest.”
Len followed Vetti outside and turned to lock the door. He took one final
tearful look at the blue timber building and the green corrugated iron roof.
“What’s under the house?” Vetti asked.
“Only some old rubbish.”
Vetti ushered the old man into the car and they set off for the Threw Motel.
“See, the motel is just the same as it was before,” Vetti said, when they pulled
into the car park. “You’ll be fine here for a couple of days until your house is ready.”
Len didn’t sleep well that night. The motel room felt warm and comfortable,
but it was strange to him – it was not home. He had lived all his life in Middletown,
the last thirty years in the same house. Even the air seemed different here. He thought
again about Molly. She had been a local girl too – they were related. Tongues had
4. wagged when they had married. “Incest breeds imbeciles,” some had said. The theory
was never tested. Len and Molly didn’t have any children.
The next day, Len looked out from his motel window and noticed a truck
inching its way along the road. He recognised the house on the back of the truck by its
blue paint and the green roofing iron with patches of rust. He pulled on his boots,
donned a heavy woollen overcoat and wrapped a scarf around his neck.
Moments later, he had stepped in behind the truck and followed it while it
crawled towards the west. He glanced southwards towards the Threw River. In the
distance, he saw the snow-capped peaks of the Stony Mountains, bathed in sunshine.
A cold wind whipped around his bare face, but he set his mind to the task and plodded
after the truck.
This was the new Middletown, yet he noticed a familiarity about the place. A
waft of the scent of freshly baked bread reached his nostrils when he passed the
bakery on his left. St Peter’s Church stood on the right, then the community hall on
the left and the primary school opposite the hall. Every building occupied the same
position it had in the old town. The park and children’s playground also looked just
the same, except they seemed tidier and there was no graffiti.
Then he passed Sam Collins’ place and knew that his own section would be
just around the corner.
The truck turned onto the section and came to a halt. Len waited more than an
hour while the men on the truck used a crane to manoeuvre the house into position on
its new foundations. The wind was biting, but Len didn’t want to miss a thing.
* * * * *
Two days later, Vetti phoned the motel. “Mr Harry, the house is ready. I’ll
pick you up in half an hour.”
5. “It’s not your jo…”
“Don’t worry. I know it’s not part of my job, but I’d just like to help you.”
When they arrived at the house, Len unlocked the door and they passed inside.
Len gasped when he saw that everything was in place. The movers had arranged the
chairs and table in the same way as before. A log fire burned in the grate.
“Even the photo and the artefacts are just as I left them!”
* * * * *
Two weeks later, the dam gates were closed and the flooding of the Threw
River began. After several days, the old town was completely submerged and much of
the surrounding farmland was under water. Then the engineers opened the sluice gates
and the turbines began to turn.
The old town soon became a popular diving spot for divers from the city. A
group arrived one weekend and hired a boat. When two of the divers rose to the
surface, they had some disturbing news.
“Haul on these ropes and see what the lake threw up!”
They had discovered two coffins with embalmed bodies inside. A Shabti,
accompanied one of them, the other had an amulet depicting a man's body and a
hawk's head.
The townspeople began to gossip.
The bodies were taken to the city for examination. A coroner’s investigation
confirmed that they belonged to Molly Harry and Thomas Heath.