most
would
continue
Attacking
oranges.
But
(Darn you, John DiFool. I’m trying to get the guy to throw oranges at the weasels, they will stop to eat them and Our Hero can escape the Flesh Devouring Weasels From Hell. dammit.)
weasels
Ducked
and
goosed
each
other’s
oranges.
Unbelievably,
Rasputin
, Tsar,
Couldn’t
see
how
[is anyone else keeping an ongoing Document with the story?]