Stories of life behind enemy lines.
Huh. So, if I built a dome over the boggy area north of the house where the dragonflies breed, and pumped it up with extra oxygen, I could get giant dragonflies? Hmm. There's a thought.
I can see it now:Tim: (Removes the dome) Fly my minions, fly! Attack our enemies!(Lots of angry buzzing. Sounds of Tim running about and swatting the air.)No, you idiots! Not me! Our enemies! OW! No, over there! OW! OW! That way! OW! Gaaaaaah! I knew this wasn't such a good idea! OW!
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