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From: Lester <maxim@netcom.com>
Date: Mon, 13 Oct 1997 17:02:00 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: The Logo Fyles #1 (SOW-PODS story)
Message-id: <Pine.3.89.9710131657.A7153-0100000@netcom4>

The Logo Fyles

- 1 -

"Whom the di would destroy, they first make wowf." -- Eric Lazo
Kam Brond woke from a nightmare. His body aked from nowl to toe, his tongue was a gur-coated pile of jud. He slapped his chest, almost frenzily, to rid himself of the hairy oobits that seemed to be parading there.

In his dream he had wheeched a deluxe game board, with 99 tiles on it, into the face of a pongo-faced man sitting next to him, and followed it by squailing game racks at the stunned yobbo's forehead. Why? What had led up to it? Brond frumpled his brow in concentration, as he tried to keep the dream's details from running away. There had been a consultation game. The pongo-faced man may have been his partner. Had two heads not been better than one?

Brond shogged the dream away. His wallet lay open on the bedside table. The dosh slot was dark and empty. Not a bodle. He picked up his trooz from the floor by the bed and shook the pockets. No gingle of sovs against trezes. Nada. What had he done last night?

... to be continued