I finished the book. It printed out at about 92 pages, not including the proposal. One of my brother's agents agreed to look at it, although reluctantly, so I mailed it off to E. 11th Street in New York City. The rules say I now have to give her assistant six weeks to think about it.
Neelix (above) goes two or three days on his tranquilizer and then roars back. I think he figured out how to sleep it off and cut down the time. On the recent roar-back, he broke a coffee cup and a thick plastic cup and cleared the breakfast bar a couple of times. Then he went downstairs and peed on the back of the laundry room door.
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