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Update on the Leak

The Mayor was able to intervene with the manager of the extraction plant to solve the problem we reported a while back.

Since I am witholding most of my material for a book, that is about all I can share.

But I will let this bit of information loose from my grip: It involved the entire Goober den, the Junior Goobies and some equipment brought in by a busload of masked chemists from Visalia, lots of hoses and sucking machines.

It was loud, but it was cleared up in a few days.

KPU radio reports that all is well in the Burg.

I apologize for the gap between reports. I'll try to do better.

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Anonymous said…
Pastor Tom has a great way of taking you to another place. Polecat Hollow is a place where you develope relationships with the characters and find yourself in the middle of what's happening! Please write more!
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