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Agatha’s Hatchet (Original Concept Recording of the Motion Picture of the Book Soundtrack)

I know, I was supposed to be writing chapter two, but my brain highjacked itself as usual and this came out. This is by no means the complete soundtrack; entire sequences of the plot are probably not represented at all. Ironically, putting this together did actually help me in coalescing said plot.
By the way, I feel absolutely no compulsion explain anything about these titles.
Chapter The First
“Magnolia bushes,” muttered Filbert. “What sort of burglar hides under magnolia bushes?”
It was just about five a.m., Saturday and Filbert had been under those same bushes for just over an hour and forty minutes. In fact this entire mission to “infiltrate the residence of the nefarious next-door neighbor and retrieve secret papers at the behest of my dear great aunt out of sheer good-nephewishness and not at all because she scares me half to death” began at dusk that evening and had gotten no further than old Mrs. Himmle’s back yard. Read more
Prologue
I was so sure that everyone would overlook the incident of the day before. “After all,” I’d reasoned over my bedtime glass of milk, “it’s only what anyone in their right mind would have done. They’re probably more likely to applaud my presence of mind than get snappish. And even if they do, which I will not admit to being anything but doubtful, it will only amount to a minor twenty-second scolding.”
So immersed was I in these thoughts that I didn’t even notice that the milk had tasted odd. When I awoke I found that I had been taken. Read more
Scout
Nothing new is really forthcoming at the moment, I thought I’d pop this up to keep your angry accusations of procrastination at bay.
A pen and ink I did last Fall in response to the Amtgard rulebook’s generally blah illustrations. It furthermore answers my most prevalent peeve about fantasy games in general, namely that there are not enough birds.
This could also, possibly, be a portrait of Valruin, but if that is the case he’s using someone else’s sword.






