Les Vins Blancs

Les Vins BlancsGeorge Stubbs Horse Attacked by a LionSalvador Dali The Land of Milk and Honey
'Your apprentice, master,' said Albert patiently. Tall young lad.'
OF COURSE. WELL, WE'LL SEND HIM.
'Is he ready to go solo, master?' said Albert doubtfully.
Death thought about it. HE CAN DO IT, he said at ast. HE'S KEEN, HE'S QUICK TO LEARN AND, REALLY, e added, PEOPLE CANT EXPECT TO HAVE ME RUNNING AROUND AFTER THEM ALL THE TIME.

Mort stareda Klatchian family of father, mother and half a dozen children of dwindling size. Eight pairs of round eyes were fixed on Mort. A ninth pair belonging to an aged grandparent of indeterminate sex weren't, because their owner had taken advantage of the interruption to get some elbow room at the communal rice bowl, taking the view that a boiled fish in the blankly at the velvet wall hangings a few inches from his eyes.I've walked through a wall, he thought. And that's impossible.He gingerly moved the hangings aside to see if a door was lurking somewhere, but there was nothing but crumbling plaster which had cracked away in places to reveal some dampish but emphatically solid brickwork.He prodded it experimentally. It was quite clear that he wasn't going back out that way.'Well,' he said to the wall. 'What now?'A voice behind him said, 'Um. Excuse please?'He turned around slowly.Grouped around a table in the middle of the room was