She knows that it is going to be her day,

She knows that it is going to be her day, whatever things happen, finaly she will be able to keep her promise to Dad. It was raining heavily outside, she lighted a cigar and

adjusted her bindings. She stuffed a sock down the front of her jeans & examined herself in the mirror, while taking another puff of her cigar. Pulling the fedora over her eyes, sh

e was ready for her mission, which was to kill the president of the 'lovely birds' company. She was gonna get a huge pay for doing the so called "impossible"job. She felt someone's

gun barrel pressed against the nape of her neck.On 2nd thought it felt more like the casque of a Rhinoceros hornbill. "So,we meet again Lydia Paradise.You didn't think

we would see each other again, especially not here," she said. Lydia felt remorseful at that point, grabbing the gun and throwing it away. She didn't want anyone to die today.

She'd caused enough pain already. "Clearly it's time for a divorce," she told him. "You can keep the kids, I'll keep the cash, the condo, and the Ferrari. Sound fair?" she said.

"More than fair." he answered, and she drove out of their lives. He and the kids built a hogan out of sticks and moss and hunted easels for food and had a great time. She crashed

The party of the Elks Club at Lodge No. 452 and killed them for dinner. There was plenty for her black-coloured snow leopards. The leftovers were refrigerated or frozen. A treat!

Meanwhile, out on the tundra, the Fellowship of the Thing had been reduced two more horses and most of their mining equipment. The were no longer "making time" as Sven used to say.

Poor Sven couldn't speak since he had sucked on the Thing, so he used hand gestures to suggest that they build a cabin of stones & caribou antlers and "make do" with what they had.