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Mr. Fleischer (@theslaughteredkelpie): I harmed your husband. Regardless of my intentions, my reasoning, my defenses, etc., it was wrong. I went with Dan that night for protection, not to attack. Protection for Dan and for James. I shouldn’t have acted so unprofessionally. I do hope you can forgive me. This is not the best way for us to get acquainted and I’m not normally so temperamental. Again, my sincerest apologies for that. If ever there’s anything I can do to prove myself to you, or to make up for my transgressions, please don’t hesitate to ask. For now, please accept this gift.

Colonel Moriarty (@thetravelsofadreamer​): When you return, I hope you’ve healed fully. I’m sorry for the bruises. Unfortunately, I’m the one to blame for them. I let my emotions get the better of me and struck you instead of focusing solely on our attackers. If we ever have the chance to interact properly again, I will strive to be better. Unfortunately, I doubt your husband will allow it to happen again. I don’t blame him, really. He allowed you out with me and Dan. Dan protected you. I failed. I’m sorry. I can defend myself all I like, but I failed. The same offer I made your husband stands for you though. If I can make it up to you in any way, don’t hesitate to ask. Oh, and the bruises should fade with a little ice. I didn’t hit very hard. Though I shouldn’t have hit at all. For now, here’s your apology gift.

The Scottish Nuckelavee is a "skinless centaur" with a snout like a pig's that expels gusts of steam, a single enormous eye, and arms that drag upon the ground, according to the "Encyclopedia of Fairies in World Folklore and Mythology" (McFarland, 2013). It lives in the ocean and can kill people by breathing on them, leading them to waste away and eventually die. Picture by Zuma.

So, I'm back from my weekend away. I'll catch up on what has been happening here, but I may not go back all the way through to last Friday, so poke me if you feel I will miss something I shouldn't.

Also, even while I was away there were still things to remind me of The Slaughtered Kelpie and, by doing so, also of The Colonel and D.U.M.B. I approve.

Die Herren heute Abend, ungeahnt friedlich beim Schläfchen-Halten. Und dann komme ich und störe mit meiner Kamera. Aber bald haben sie es sich wieder gemütlich gemacht. Wir auch Zeit für mich, ins Bett zu gehen.

Herr L im Grase - wir waren heute Morgen “spazieren” - das heißt, wir laufen auf völlig wirrem Kurs ums Haus herum. Macht Spaß.

Ein schöner Pilz im Grase, der gleich danach von Herrn L über den Haufen geschnuppert wurde.

Herr F riecht an den interessant riechenden Draußenfüßen des Bruders.

Herr L erträgt das stoisch.