#Common Gundi

[my-friend-meowth]

Korkeasaari

Harjapyy (Rollulus rouloul) Crested partridge & Balinkottarainen (Leucopsar rothschildi) Bali starling

Harjasgekko (Correlophus ciliatus) Crested gecko

Gundi (Ctenodactylus gundi) Common gundi

[rodentcompetition]

Round 1.3

Information about contestants below!

Common gundi (Ctenodactylus gundi)

It resembles a guinea pig in appearance, having big eyes, flat ears and short limbs. Each foot has four digits and sharp, dark claws; the two hind feet have comblike bristles between the claws. Gundi's teeth are rootless.

Diurnal and herbivorous. Lives in rocky, arid places, making its home in crevices and under boulders. These homes are usually temporary. In the early morning, gundis sunbathe. Once it's hot enough, they will forage and eat, then go back to sunbathing on warm rocks.

Gundi does not drink, obtaining sufficient water from its diet, nor does it store food as do some desert rodents. Gundis make chirp-like sounds to communicate with each other. If alarmed, they thump their hind feet as well. The gundi is a territorial species, with family groups of between three and eleven adults defending a territory. They sleep in piles to stay warm during the winter.

The parasitic organism Toxoplasma gondii was first described in 1908 within the tissues of the gundi.

Guinea pig (Cavia porcellus)

Guinea pig is not found naturally in the wild; it is likely descended from closely related species of cavies. The guinea pig was first domesticated as early as 5000 BC.

They can learn complex paths to food, and can accurately remember a learned path for months. Their strongest problem-solving strategy is motion. When happily excited, guinea pigs may perform little hops in the air. Guinea pigs are also good swimmers. They have well-developed senses of hearing, smell, and touch. Vocalization is the primary means of communication between members of the species. Like many rodents, guinea pigs sometimes participate in social grooming, and they regularly self-groom.

The guinea pig's natural diet is grass. Like humans, but unlike most other mammals, guinea pigs cannot synthesize their own vitamin C and must obtain this vital nutrient from food. They live an average of four to five years, but may live as long as eight years.

[aticketplz]

もち？

@埼玉県こども動物自然公園

Mochi?

@Saitama children's Zoo Park

[antiqueanimals]

Grzimek's Animal Life Encyclopedia, vol. 11, Mammals II. 1972. Illustrated by Peter Barrett.

1.) Greater cane rat (Thryonomys swinderianus)

2.) Dassie rat (Petromus typicus)

3.) Ghana mole-rat (Fukomys zechi)

4.) Cape mole-rat (Georychus capensis)

5.) Naked mole-rat (Heterocephalus glaber)

6.) Common gundi (Ctenodactylus gundi)

7.) Speke's pectinator (Pectinator spekei)

[empiricalscotus]

Charting the Justices Decisions Cutting Across Ideological Lines

Supreme Court decisions come down to coalitions and are often predicated on the question of whether a justice can garner at least four additional other votes to support their position in a case. Sometimes these coalitions are easy to come by. The Court decides somewhere around 33% or more of its cases on average per term by unanimous 9-0 votes.  The number of unanimous votes diminishes though as…

[end0skeletal-undead]

The common gundi is a species of rodent native to Algeria, Libya, Morocco, and Tunisia. They are diurnal herbivores that grow to about 8 inches in length.

Photo sources - 1: Public Domain, 2: Oona Räisänen, 3: Kgaisser, 4: Cloudtail the Snow Leopard, 5 and 6: Tambako the Jaguar, 7: Marko Knuutila

[cool-critters]

Common Gundi (Ctenodactylus gundi)

The common gundi is a species of rodent in the family Ctenodactylidae. It is found in Algeria, Libya, Morocco, and Tunisia. The common gundi grows to a length of between 16 to 20 cm, having a stumpy tail of 10 to 20 mm. Gundis are diurnal and herbivorous. It lives in rocky, arid places, making its home in crevices and under boulders. These homes are usually temporary. It forages for leaves, stems, flowers and seeds over large distances because of the scarcity of suitable plants. It does not drink, obtaining sufficient water from its diet, nor does it store food as do some desert rodents.

photo credits: Oona Räisänen, Tambako The Jaguar , publicdomainpictures

[geckokiss]

A non-exhaustive list of things Gundy and I have in common:

Obsessed with animals

Both own and breed multiple of our favorite small animal

Have naming schemes for said animals

Not afraid to get injured by animals for their sake

Extremely similar philosophies on life, death, and nature

Comic nerds

✨ Maladaptive Daydreaming ✨

Children of divorce

Interest in the occult

Alt fashion sense

Neurodivergent

Never shut up

And the most important one of all...

Absolutely FEASTING on sunflower seeds

[bottlepiecemuses]

Kid And Madge's Kids (One Piece Oc's)

Name: Eustasss Gundy And Eustass Ting Residence: Victoria Punk Species: Human Devil Fruit: Gomi Gomi No Mi/Junk Junk Fruit- allows the user convert garbage into other forms of that same material (Ting); Switch Switch Fruit/Gacha Gacha No Mi-allows the user to create and manipulate switches (Gundy) Abilities: Fishman Karate Users; Mechanical Abilities (Ting) ; Archeology (Gundy) Haki (both) - Armanent and Observation Family: Eutass Kid (father); Madge Sharpe (mother); Maroon nee Sharpe Wata (aunt) Maroon Josias (uncle); Maroon Ackee (cousin); Sharpe Gundy(grandfather); Sharpe Ting (grandmother) DOB: September 22 Ages: Not Yet Born; Infants; 6 Occupation: None; Pirates (future); Archeologist (Gundy) - Mechanic (Ting) Headcannon Voice Actors: Ai Orikasa (Gundy-Japanese) Amanda C. Miller (Gundy-English) ; Hitomi Ōwada (Ting-Japanese)- Cassie Ewulu (Ting-English) Background: They were conceived around the time of the Dressrosa arc and their parents didn't find out about their conception until way into the Wano arc. When their mother found out about her pregnancy she then stopped herself from being on Onigashima so that they wouldn't be hurt and she hid herself on the Fire Festival and continued to pretend to be a citizen. They were born months after Wano and they were raised by their parents on the Victoria Punk along with the rest of the crew. Personality: Ting is the more mischievous, loudmouth, outspoken, and hyper of the twins. She has a temper like her father and can be very impatient. She will often get into situations head first without thinking of the consequences. She also is very close with her father and is often commented to be a Daddy's girl.  She often can't sit still and needs to move at all times. She can be very prideful and overestimate herself at times when it comes to handling things. She is very protective of her loved ones and will often lose what little common sense she has to protect them. She can tease her brother at times but she obviously loves him and will get angry if anyone lays a finger on him. She is also has a strong interest in junk and loves to collect as much as possible to use later. She also loves pulling pranks on everyone. She likes being dirty when she does new stuff. she loves to talk about the things she’s made. She despises racism and all for of bigotry. Gundy in contrast is much more subdued and quiet and is focused more researching and reading. He is much more shy and withdrawn than his sister. However, if pushed too far he can become just as scary as his sister. He is also protective of her like she is of him. He is very mature and perspective of his age. He is also a big Mama's boy and loves spending time with her. He loves reading books and loves collecting them. He is also very interested in archeology like his mom and often is interested in studying about history. He also gets easily startled by more energetic people that are not his sister. He is very well-mannered and often respects the grown ups around him. Despite what his manners, he does still like being dirty if means discovering new stuff and enjoys getting clean up afterwards. He also loves to talk about the things he’s discovered. Like his sister he can’t stand racism and bigotry. 

* Both of them are close to Killer and they have different reasons for spending time with him. * Ting has a mild interest in archeology while Gundy has a mild interest in mechanics. *  They got their fruits on their birthday. * Gundy is often mistaken as a girl. * They have twin synch with one another. *  He got his head covering on his fourth birthday. * They do get to see their uncle, aunt, and cousin on occasion when they visit Rasta Rock. They often talk with them on the transponder snail. * Their mother often spoils them with souvenirs while their father spoils them with toys he makes. * Ting will have conqueror's haki. * Gundy's favorite food is Solomon Gundy. Ting's favorite food is fried dumpling with steamed cabbage and ackee. * Ting started wearing glasses when she was four. * He started wearing dreads when he was one.  

* Both are interested in Fishman/Merefolk culture because of their mother. Created through https://picrew.me/image_maker/186583 and https://picrew.me/image_maker/338224/complete?cd=jDU93bkzji)

[broth-y]

Gundham Tanaka’s Perfect Plan

kazuichi souda/gundham tanaka

alternatively: How to Spend the Rest of Your Life With the Boy of Your Dreams.

a/n: this is for day seven of soudam week! i chose the wedding prompt and kinda messed with it. if you've been paying attention, i only participated in 4/7 days, but i had to prioritize quality over quantity. i procrastinated. i think the proposal itself is cliche, but it doesn't even bother me because i am happy with this piece. i really hope that you guys like it!! 

AO3

“Kazuichi, have you fallen asleep yet?” Gundham’s words were quiet, as to not wake the boy in his arms if he had fallen asleep. Their bodies pressed together tightly.

“Not yet, why?” Souda murmured.

“I believe that an outing is long past due.”

“Huh?” He questioned, too tired to translate his boyfriend's words.

“I would like to go out to dinner with you soon.” Gundham had carefully calculated a plan, it was simply a matter of convincing Souda to join him.  

Kazuichi hummed, “we always get food on Fridays.”

Gundham’s hand found its way into his partner's hair. He twirled his fingers through it slowly. “I wish for something with more grandeur. Perhaps we could go somewhere lavish next Friday.”

“Fancy dinner on Friday? Sure, whatever ya want, we can dress up n’ everything.” He answered drowsily, laughing slightly.

“I would be greatly satisfied.” His plan was going exactly as he intended. Souda even added the idea to put on their best clothes, saving Gundham from having to persuade him.

“If we’re going somewhere fancy, you’re paying.”

“I would insist, my love.” Kazuichi yawned, “then it’s a date.” he was sluggish and Gundham knew it would be only mere moments before he fell asleep.

“Perfect.”  Tanaka intertwined their fingers together with his unoccupied hand. His request had gone ideally, everything he needed was ready. However, he was terrified.

-

The box resting in the pocket of Gundham's slacks seemed to weigh him down as if it were a brick instead. He stared at himself in the mirror. He knew that he would struggle to hide his uneasiness throughout the night.  Glancing at the clock, he realized their time to ready was running thin. “Souda, make haste. The reservation is in less than an hour.” He yelled to the boy in their adjacent bedroom.

“I’m tryin’. Can you come tie my tie babe?” Kazuichi asked.

“Yes, of course.” He walked into their bedroom, seeing Kazuichi with his shirt unbuttoned and tie thrown haphazardly around his neck. “You look dashing.” He smiled as he approached him.

“You too, but you might need a shirt to go out.” Souda laughed. His calloused hands wrapped around the bare torso of the taller.

Gundham nodded, carefully fixing Kazuichi’s collar. “I will dress soon.” He answered and decided not to mention the shameful amount of time he spent rethinking his arrangements while Souda was in the shower; time he could have used to get ready.

“Why did you wanna go out anyway?”

 He finished tying his partners vividly green tie. “Need I a reason? I wish to do something different, and I am honestly tired of pizza delivery.”

"Pizza delivery is good." Kazuichi responded, sticking his long tongue out towards the other man. "Your standards are just higher than mine."

"Touche." Gundham smirked as he walked to the closet. He removed his shirt, which he had ironed meticulously for the event, putting it on and buttoning it. As he reached for his own tie, he noticed Kazuichi, kneeling at the other side of the closet, and removing a pair of shoes. "Are those the shoes you will be wearing tonight?"

"Yeah, don't 'cha like 'em?" He asked, a pair of abrasively green shoes in hand. Kazuichi beamed, "They match my tie!"

"That is certainly a unique choice, my dear." Gundham chuckled as he adjusted his shirt.

The pair finished dressing, Gundham adding a vest and Kazuichi, a blazer.  He was left with one final request. Before they headed out, on foot, Gundham turned to his boyfriend. "Would you like to get ice cream after dinner? Our usual spot is close to where I made our reservations. Perhaps we could go to the park, as normal?"

"The park where you took me on our first date, for sure babe. You know how much I love ice cream." He answered, seemingly pleased.

All was set in motion. It was simply time for Gundham to go through with it.

-

“The waitress said my shoes and tie were cool, she totally liked them! I knew that somebody would.” Kazuichi grinned and licked happily at his chocolate ice cream, coated in sprinkles. They were walking, free hands intertwined, through the twilit park.  

Gundham laughed, “You seem to be implying that I do not.”

“You insulted them at home, Gundy.” He joked.

Tanaka scoffed in response, “I said they were unique, which was not an insult. I love your eccentric accessories.”

“Well, thank you.” Kazuichi stood on his toes to place a quick kiss on his partner’s face.

“You are very welcome.” Gundham noted the quick darkening of the sky as the sun set. He finished his dessert and knew his partner would soon follow suit. The persistent butterflies in his stomach began thrashing once again and he prerpared himself for what was to come.

"Do you wanna sit down for a few minutes, then probably head home?" Souda asked, nodding to a bench just meters up the path.

"I can agree to that." He nodded. Kazuichi demolished the remains of his ice cream, as they walked. He threw a napkin in a nearby garbage can upon their arrival.  

They lowered onto the bench together, Kazuichi finding a comfortable place, snuggled under Gundham's arm. Silence fell over the pair. Curious fingers ran across Gundham's thigh, fingertips rubbing small circles. Kazuichi was typically one to busy his hands with something.

Gundham worried that his partner, pressed close to his chest, would hear his rapidly increasing heartbeat. He was about to ask a question that would change the course of his life, hopefully for the better. The thought terrified him, more than anything had before. The worst that could happen, would be Kazuichi denying him, it certainly wasn't welcoming for that to be a possibility.

They sat for a few minutes longer, words still yet to be exchanged. The nervousness occupied Gundham's mind far too much for conversation. The common comfort from close contact with his boyfriend, was not present in the moment. just sweaty palms and shaky breaths. Souda sat undisturbed, regardless. Gundham wondered how he had stayed quiet for so long; it was atypical of him not to make any comments.

The uncharacteristic behaviour was soon explained when he felt the smaller boy jerk upwards against his chest.

"Hnhm. I guess I started to fall asleep there." Kazuichi attempted a short laugh, and moved so he could sit up straight. He planted a kiss on his partner's cheek, before asking, "do you think we could go home soon Gundy? I love being here with you, but I'd rather fall asleep in our bed together, not a park bench."

Tanaka forced himself to grin smugly in response, "of course we can." He answered, knowing that marked his time to begin.

Kazuichi rose from the bench, stretching where he stood. After a final deep breath, Gundham lifted himself off the seat and reached his arm out to his partner, who had just turned away. “Before we leave, I have a gift for you.” He blurted.

“A gift?” Kazuichi questioned, turning to look at the other with his eyebrows raised, “What for?”

Gundham didn’t answer, just shuffled in his pocket to retrieve the small box that had burnt a hole there throughout the night. Holding it concealed in one hand, he took his partner's hand with the other. “Kazuichi, I mean not to be cliche, but the years we have spent together have been my favourite of them all. My love spans wider than what is comprehensible to most. I am a man of many words, so let me make this brief.” He smiled smugly as he detached their hands to present the simple ring to Kazuichi.

“I must know, will you marry me?”

Bright tears quickly welled in Souda’s eyes as he realized what was happening. Gundham felt the weight of the other boy press against him as he collapsed into him, his hands grabbing desperately at the back of Gundham’s jacket.

Gundham moved his arms that had been awkwardly sandwiched between them, stuffing the ring box back in his pocket, as he wrapped his arms around his partner. He interrupted the unintelligible sobs coming from beneath him, “There is no need to cry, my love.”

“Of course I’m gonna cry!” Kazuichi sniffled as he lifted his head to meet the other’s eyes. “You just — you just asked me to marry you!”

Gundham placed the shorter boy’s face in the strong grip of both hands. He ran his thumbs gently under Kazuichi’s eyes, wiping away his tears. “Yes, I did. And you still have yet to answer.”

“Of course I’ll fuckin' marry you, get down here." He said, still weak and sobby. He pulled on Gundham's collar, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss.

Months of well suppressed anxiety flowed from Gundham's mind as they met. He relaxed his tensed muscles and held his lover tighter than ever before. They kissed, and he relaxed, knowing that he had won the only person worthy of spending his life with.

Tanaka disconnected their lips to speak, touching their foreheads together instead, "Lest I forget, you have not received your ring." He once again removed the ring from his pocket and presented it to Kazuichi. "I hope you are pleased with it."

The box displayed a wide silver band with a rectangular stone inset in the center. Kazuichi gushed, "How couldn't I be? I love it. I'll have to try not to lose it, between the shop and everywhere else."

He removed the ring from the box, finally and carefully sliding onto the other's finger. A long awaited task indeed. "I request that you keep it in your sights, at least until the wedding."

"Wedding — the wedding!" He beamed, detaching their foreheads as he jumped back, ever so slightly. "We're getting married, Gundham! It didn't even sound real, until you said it."

Gundham couldn't suppress the smile rising in his face from his partner's reaction, "I understand how you feel. It is quite foriegn."

“You — the guy who was Mr. Overlord, incapable of mortal emotions — you asked me to marry you! We’re gonna get married!” Kazuichi grinned. Gundham wondered if it was possible for a person to smile any wider.

“We are.”

“I can’t believe it. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Kazuichi.” He replied, pulling him close for yet another kiss, entirely unable to believe it either.

[rodentcompetition]

Rodent Competition 2023

Round 1

full list below!

Long-tailed chinchilla / Southern viscacha

Common degu / Horned gopher

Common gundi / Guinea pig

Josephoartigasia monesi / Pacarana

Patagonian mara / South African springhare

Spix's yellow-toothed cavy / Capybara

Central american agouti / Lowland paca

Laotian rock rat / Dassie rat

Least chipmunk / Eastern chipmunk

Thirteen-lined ground squirrel / California ground squirrel

Japanese dwarf flying squirrel / Tufted pygmy squirrel

Calabrian black squirrel / Red squirrel

Indian giant squirrel / Red and white giant flying squirrel

Yellow-bellied marmot / Groundhog

Cape mole-rat / Cape dune mole-rat

Naked mole rat / Big headed African mole rat

House mouse / Mongolian gerbil

Black rat / Brown rat

Rakali / Gambian pouched rat

Northern Luzon giant cloud rat / Maned rat

Cairo spiny mouse / Eurasian harvest mouse

Hungarian birch mouse / Striped grass mouse

Great jerboa / Baluchistan pygmy jerboa

Hazel dormouse / Kangaroo rat

Grasshopper mouse / Winter white dwarf hamster

Hatt's vesper rat / Syrian hamster

Norway lemming / Florida Mouse

European water vole / Townsend’s vole

Northern mole vole / Muskrat

Bristle-spined rat / Mountain beaver

North American beaver / Palaeocastor

Crested porcupine / North American porcupine

[bucketslutz]

Get Out the Way

Chapter 1: The Huntress

Summary: You were successful as a bounty hunter for a while, and now as a skilled fighter working in an arena. You were craving excitement, until a Mandalorian crosses your path and offers you the opportunity to help bring his kid back and avenge the death of someone you lost long ago. Working with the bucket-head, though, isn't going as smoothly as you thought. Will it all be worth it in the end?

You can read Get Out the Way on AO3 here.

Warnings: 18+ only pls, violence, gore, language, bounty hunting, enemies to lovers sorta, slow burn af, banter, grogu in danger, AFAB reader, badass female reader, yes reader is a bounty hunter, smut eventually but for now they hate each other

Your lip tears open after the butt end of a weapon collides with your face, and a steady flow of bright red blood begins its path down your chin. The Devaronian, armed with a vibro-ax, snarls at you through stained teeth and spins his blade in his hand. Despite the pain and the, seemingly, winning 200 pound opponent gaining on you, a smile crept on your face. Letting him think he had the upper hand was fun. You hated to ruin his party, but you had a job to do. You stole a quick glance from a familiar face in the roaring crowd and he gave you a nod. Returning the gesture, you finally quit fucking around with your toy and ignited your dual shockwhips, whipping them around your head before they meet the floor with an electric crack. The Devaronian’s face fell as your whips narrowly missed his horn. He raises his weapon and ignites its energy chord, attempting to appear confident and in control of the fight. You almost laugh, as if that’s going to do anything, you say to yourself. He charges at your left side, and you dodge his attack effortlessly. You duck when he attempts to swing around at your head. You roll backwards and swing your whip at his leg. It wraps around his calf and you yank your weapon hard resulting in him landing on the floor with a clunk, your whip shocks him, immediately knocking the Devaronian out cold. The crowd erupts in a mixture of whoops and boos, emitting from humans and miscellaneous species alike. The rings filling the arena signal that you won the round.

Your unignited shockwhips return to your belt and you wipe the blood off your face. Departing from the ring, you try to ignore the incessant, nagging voice that calls your name and light footsteps that trail behind you. Finally deciding to entertain the source of the call, you stop and place you hands on your hips and stare up at the ceiling, huffing in indignation.

“Darling, y-” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can finish the thought.

“I told you not to call me darling,” you correct him, as if it was a common occurrence, then continue your journey to the bar hardly paying him any attention.

“Right, of course,” your sponsor corrects his previous statement by saying your name and follows you closely. “You were wonderful tonight, as usual. I’m always confident that you’ll make it out on top. But my patrons on the other hand, don’t like when you, how do you say, play with your food. It takes them out of the experience, makes it feel like they’re watching a choreographed show instead of a bloody fight.”

You hop over the bar and reach for the spotchka below and it lands on the counter with a harsh clank. You pour yourself a snort and down it with ease. Your sponsor was a lame excuse for a human being, he only existed to gain profit. And right now, to him, you were his most profitable investment. He was shorter and weaker than you, hence why he kissed your ass every second of every day. He didn’t want to meet the end of your wrath. The measly halo of white hair on his head and leathery, wrinkly skin did not help to make him look more intimidating. He looked to be two seconds away from death every day, so you had no problem walking all over him.

“Gundi, I seriously don’t give a fuck what your patrons want to see. You should consider yourself lucky to have me working for you. I could go back to the guild whenever the hell I want. Don’t push your luck.” You lift your bag from the ground and swing it over your shoulder. You slide over the bar and pat Gundi on the head when you land on the ground. He was like a trained dog at this point, you reward him by not killing him each time he decides not to step on your toes. You extend your hand out to the weasley man and he sets a sachet of credits in your palm. You close your fingers around your profits and hear it cling in your hand. You listen as Gundi sighs dejectedly once you exit the arena.

Admittedly, you really can’t go back to the guild whenever you want. You need to make a viable living, and Karga hasn’t given you a well-paying hunt in months. There’s only one person on Nevarro who he gives the best paying jobs to, and you’d rather not step on that bucket- head’s toes. So you’ve resorted to what would be a bounty hunter’s equivalent to prostitution. It wasn’t your best option, but there were no real challenging opponents on this stupid rock anyways so each fight felt more like a light workout than a real battle. But it was easy money, so you shouldn’t be complaining. Wincing as you entered the bathroom, you inspected the cut on your lip carefully. Maker, how did you let that nerf-herder lay a blow on you at all? You could’ve killed him in your sleep. Maybe you’re just bored. Winning matches without any challenge gets a little repetitive after a while. You need some more excitement in your life. Like in the early days of your bounty hunting career, you landed gigs with ease and collected bounties as if you were made for the job. After a while though, Greef didn’t want to give you anymore high-profile hunts. You didn’t even need your weapons for the bounties Karga started giving you. The excitement was gone as quickly as it came. After applying some bacta to your wound, you left the bathroom, then Gundi’s slimy establishment soon after.

You whipped through the streets outside the arena until a familiar scent assaulted your senses. You followed the scent to a local vendor selling various meats. You toss some credits at the vendor in exchange for some skewers of the meat. As you begin the walk back to your apartment, out of the corner of your eye you spot a small figure sitting in an alleyway. You stop and turn your head towards a little girl clothed in a dirty, torn dress. You approach her carefully and she meets your gaze. You crouch to her level and you can see her eyeing the food you just purchased. She looked to be starved, so you handed her a couple skewers of the meat along with a sachet of credits. The girl’s eyes light up and she smiles widely at you. You stand up and watch as she disappears into the alleyway. You really don’t like kids all that much, but she reminded you of yourself when you were young. You thought maybe a small act of kindness might help her get on her feet; an act of kindness you wished you’d seen when you were her age. You didn’t like to think about life back then, it wasn’t easy and you had to do a lot of things you didn’t want to do. Some of which a little girl should never see. But when you’re desperate, about anything sounds better than an empty stomach and a restless night on the street. At least it made you scrappy, appreciative of what you have now. Despite being a failing bounty hunter and a sellout, you at least have a roof over your head and credits in your pocket.

The trek back to your apartment felt heavier than usual. The weight of an unfamiliar presence plagued your mind, and you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched. Whoever it is, you could take them anyways. Maybe it’s the voyeur in you, maybe it’s the part of you that longs for excitement, but you almost welcome the presence. The door leading to your apartment slides open and you step inside. Immediately feeling that same presence, you hesitate to turn on your lights, sensing that they’re watching you from the shadows. You flick your lights on and immediately draw your blaster from your holster and aim it at the figure in the doorway leading to your bedroom. The Mandalorian remains unmoving and unarmed. What the fuck is he doing here?

“Put that down,” he commands, breaking the silence. “I’m not here to kill you.”

“I’m not sure I can do that, Mando,” you assert, confidently. You look the man up and down and subtly admire the beskar armor. “I know you’ve been following me. You trying to get rid of your competition, shiny?” Your blaster remains aimed at the beskar clad bounty hunter as he crosses towards you in two steps.

“If I wanted to kill you, you would’ve been dead already,” the Mandalorian remarks, still unarmed and showing no indication of hostility.Unfortunately, he was right. Knowing his track record, you would’ve been frozen in carbonite before you even made it to your apartment. So now you’re stuck wondering what he could possibly be doing here, if he’s not collecting a bounty.

“Alright, Mando,” you continue snidely. You return your blaster to its place in your holster and cross into your kitchen. “What could you bucket-head possibly want with little old me.”

“I need your help on a mission. I’m prepared to compensate you substantially for your skills,” he says.

“The mighty Mandalorian needs my help? Wow, I’m flattered, but I don’t work well with others. Trust me, you’d be better off on your own.” You reach for the spotchka in the cabinet over your head. You take a swig from the jug as you brush past the Mandalorian and into your living room. You sink into your couch and set the jug down in front of you on the coffee table.

“I saw you fight tonight at Gundi’s. You’re too good of a hunter to be in that hell-hole,” he says, taking a few steps towards you again, his boots hitting the ground hard with each step.

“If this is your way of trying to butter me up, shiny, then it’s not working. I work there because Karga won’t give me bounties worth my while anymore. The man has no faith in me, so fuck him. I can make twice the amount of credits in a week at Gundi’s than Karga would give me in a month.” You take another long swig from the jug of spotchka and kick your feet onto the coffee table, settling further back into your couch. “And what could I possibly do for you on your mission that no other guild member could?”

“Wraak has my kid, I need your help to kill him and get my kid back.”

The blood drains from your face and your palms become clammy. That’s why he wanted your help. Who else would want Wraak dead as bad as me? You thought to yourself. Mando says your name, “You’re a skilled hunter, you’re worth more than whatever Karga gives you. I’ll put in a good word with him if you come with me to get my kid back.”

“I never pegged you as the paternal type. This kid has to be pretty special if Wraak wanted to get his hands on him,” you remarked, attempting to seem together but in reality you’re kind of losing it.

“He’s important to me. I can’t get him back alone. You of all people should know what Wraak does to people who mean something to someone.”

You remained silent. Kill Wraak. You could kill Wraak. You don’t even know what to say anymore. You’re just staring at the floor dumbfounded. The perfect opportunity to kill that bastard has just been placed in front of you on a silver platter and you’re hesitating to accept the offer. Why? What’s wrong with you? Is it your pride? Do you want this to be something you do completely on your own? Without the help of a Mandalorian? Just take it. Accept the offer and kill Wraak.

“I leave tomorrow at 21:00. If you wish to join me, meet me at the Razor Crest.” …

I’m not going. It’ll be a waste of time. Mando is a pain in the ass anyways. You repeat your mantra as you wrap your fists in preparation for your fight tonight. You rest your hands on the sink as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You’re too distracted, you probably shouldn’t be fighting tonight. But what would you even be doing anyways if you weren’t fighting? Certainly not flying through the galaxy with a Mandalorian in search for his son and in the process gaining justice for an unjust murder. Yeah right, you would never. But what’s stopping you? You’re not afraid of Wraak, you hate him too much. And you’re not afraid of Mando either, he has already made it apparent that he doesn’t want you dead. Why can’t you just suck it up and go on this mission with shiny? Leaving the graffiti-covered bathroom, you attempt to shake those thoughts from your head.

You glare at your opponent when you enter the ring and roll your eyes at the Gamorrean attempting to appear intimidating. Dank Farrik, you could be doing better things right now. This is a waste of time. Maybe Mando won’t be as big of a pain in the ass as I think he will be. You’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this for ages. What’s stopping you from leaving this lava rock and blasting Wraak into oblivion? That does sound kinda nice. He took so much from you. You’ve always felt the burden of his existence since your last encounter with him. You thought you’d never see him again. At this point in your life, you just wanted to move on. But you can’t and it kills you every day. It feels like the last piece of the puzzle would be to confront him; make him feel the same pain he made you feel all those years ago. After all these years you've spent running away from your past and trying to forget what hurt you, the opportunity to finally gain closure has just presented itself. But you now have to confront the very thing you’ve been running away from for so long. Maker, there’s nothing more you want than for Wraak to get what’s coming to him. Even if it means having to deal with Mando’s strange presence. He might not be so bad. What’s the worst he can do? It’s not like he could take you down, except he can. But you try not to think about how easily he could kill you given the opportunity. There’s nothing keeping you here anyways, you can do better than fighting Gamorreans in Gundi’s slimy arena.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the bell ringing and a feisty Gamorrean charging at you. You roll your eyes again having made up your mind and quickly step to the side and jut your foot out, tripping your opponent. You watch as he lands on his face and you apply pressure to his neck with your foot so he can’t get up. The bell rings signifying you won the round. Wasting no time, you exit the ring and snatch your bag up that was sitting just outside. This time, you don’t stop when Gundi calls your name. You don’t have time to deal with that creature, if you stop now you won’t have time to grab your gear from your apartment before getting to the razor crest.

Holy shit, you’re actually doing this. You’re finally going to kill Wraak after all these years. And with the help of a Mandalorian. This has got to be the weirdest fucking thing that’s happened to you. Well, besides the time you hooked up with that Gungan. But you were drunk so it barely even counts.

…

Shit. You have two minutes to get to the razor crest. You’re practically running to the shipyards now, hoping he didn’t decide to leave early. Aren’t Mandalorians people of their word? Or something like that? You can’t really be bothered learning about those bucket-heads anyways. But there is some sort of appealing mystique to them, why do they keep those helmets on all the time? Are they secretly a really ugly alien species? Are they actually high tech robots under there? But at the same time, you really don’t want to know what Mando looks like. You’re confident that he’d never want to show you his face, and you’re confident that you’d never want to see it. You’d feel like you’d be invading his privacy by stealing a glance at his face. As much as you hate admitting it, you kind of admire and respect Mando. He’s an incredibly skilled hunter and effortlessly strikes fear into complete strangers. It makes you wonder why’d he’d ever choose you, out of all people, to join him on this mission. It’s honestly kinda flattering. He thinks you’re a skilled fighter and that feels good. He’s intimidating and damn good at his job. No wonder Greef gives him all the high paying jobs. But you’d never tell him that to his face, or well, to his helmet. Maybe working with him won’t be so bad. You might get to know the mysterious man who lives in that armor.

Out of breath, you reach the hunk of junk Mando told you to meet him at. He’s standing at the top of the razor crest’s ramp setting down a couple of camtonos inside. His helmet turns to face you and you can only assume he’s making eye contact with you. Not wanting to be the first to speak, you simply nod and adjust your grip on your bag. He returns the nod and points to the pile of camtonos sitting outside the ship, indicating that he wants you to load them up.

“We leave once you get those in the hull,” he states simply. He turns and disappears into the crest. Welcome aboard, you tell yourself as you begin grabbing camtonos and stacking them in the hull of the Razor Crest.

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hello, i loved the hdm quiz and i'm curious: what was the full list of possible daemons??

hi, i’m so glad you liked it! :D so there are currently ~320 possible outcomes and i will type them up because i’ve gotten this question so many times! however i do add more periodically — about 50 have been added since the quiz was first posted

domestic doghusky, pug, golden retriever, cocker spaniel, german shepherd, bulldog, bloodhound, afghan, westie, poodle, chow chow, pomeranian, australian cattle dog, rottweiler, st. bernard

domestic catbengal, sphynx, persian, maine coon, tabby (DSH), siamese, lykoi, bobtail, russian blue, abyssinian, turkish angora, norwegian forest cat, cornish rex, oriental shorthair

viverroidhyena, aardwolf, meerkat, mongoose, fossa, fanaloka, binturong, african civet, genet

bovidbison, domestic cow, muskox, yak, water buffalo, cape buffalo, kudu, bongo, nyala, gaur

bearbrown bear, polar bear, black bear, sloth bear, sun bear, panda, spectacled bear, moon bear

xenarthrapichiciego, armadillo, sloth, silky anteater, anteater, tamandua

raptorvulture, osprey, hawk, falcon, secretary bird, eagle, caracara, goshawk, gyrfalcon

foxgray fox, arctic fox, fennec fox, red fox, bat-eared fox, simien fox, andean fox, corsac fox, rüppell’s fox

marsupialopossum, wombat, tasmanian devil, kangaroo, koala, bandicoot, quokka, pygmy possum, brushtail possum, sugar glider, tree kangaroo, wallaby, cuscus

owlbarn owl, snowy owl, screech owl, great horned owl, burrowing owl, eagle owl, great grey owl, little owl

primategorilla, chimpanzee, mandrill, gibbon, capuchin, tamarin, spider monkey, ring-tailed lemur, squirrel monkey, colobus, sifaka, howler monkey, orangutan, tarsier, loris

wild cattiger, lion, snow leopard, cheetah, ocelot, caracal, cougar, serval, jaguar, clouded leopard, lynx, jaguarundi

waterfowlheron, pelican, gull, goose, duck, swan, albatross, booby, shoebill, stork, puffin, sandpiper, flamingo

batflying fox, disk-winged bat, vampire bat, little brown bat, ghost bat, yellow-winged bat, sac-winged bat

musteloidraccoon, kinkajou, skunk, red panda, coati, ringtail, olingo, olinguito, cacomistle

perching birdsparrow, blue jay, raven, cuckoo, magpie, cardinal, dove, parrot, robin, blackbird, mockingbird, manakin, thrush

wild dogwolf, african wild dog, jackal, coyote, bush dog, dhole, maned wolf, dingo

deerwhite-tailed deer, moose, reindeer, mouse deer, fallow deer, elk, water deer, pudu

serpentblind snake, shieldtail, python, file snake, viper, cobra, boa, corn snake, garter snake, rattlesnake, milk snake, hognose, vine snake

mustelidstoat, badger, wolverine, polecat, marten, ferret, sea otter, river otter, tayra

antelopegazelle, duiker, impala, wildebeest, oryx, waterbuck, addax, reedbuck, dik-dik, eland

rabbitholland lop, cottontail, jackrabbit, snowshoe hair, pika, flemish giant rabbit

cavitavetoucan, woodpecker, hornbill, hoopoe, kingfisher, kookaburra

eulipotyphlahedgehog, shrew, mole, moonrat, desman

rodentrat, mouse, squirrel, hamster, beaver, capybara, guinea pig, porcupine, flying squirrel, kangaroo rat, gopher, chipmunk, gundi

insectant, beetle, mantis, ladybug, moth, butterfly, cockroach, bumblebee, firefly, wasp, grasshopper, dragonfly

arachnidharvestman, tarantula, black widow, orb-weaver, scorpion, horseshoe crab, trapdoor spider

reptilecrocodile, tortoise, chameleon, gecko, iguana, skink, komodo dragon, gila monster, tuatara, caiman, bearded dragon, snapping turtle, horny toad, tegu

caprineibex, domestic goat, bighorn sheep, domestic sheep, serow, mountain goat

swinedomestic pig, warthog, babiursa, wild boar, pygmy hog

equine (i’m such a horse girl there are so many horse options LMAO)arabian, friesian, thoroughbred, fjord, shetland pony, clydesdale, donkey, zebra, przewalski’s horse, akhal-teke, dartmoor pony, dutch warmblood

pinnipedharbor seal, leopard seal, elephant seal, sea lion, walrus

amphibianpoison dart frog, pond frog, glass frog, fire-bellied toad, common toad, bullfrog, salamander, axolotl

flightless bird (SO many people have commented that some of these birds aren’t flightless… i Know i just needed more birds for this category)kiwi, emu, ostrich, cassowary, kakapo, penguin, chicken, turkey, peacock

i’m considering adding camelidae and montreme to the main section but as of right now it’s just these 34 😊 for fun, the least common daemon is the pygmy hog — 5 people or 0.0002% of people got it!

[tellywoodtrash]

IKR WHY COULDN'T THE BACHA BE THAT CUTE SI BABY FROM BADE ACCHE LAGTE HAIN. YEH KYA RANGEELA KE AAMIR TYPE GUNDI HAI?!

Behen shukar mana, it could have been much much worse. It could be one overly cutesy Kulfi or that YRKKH type of bachche. Nothing personal against those kids as such, but they just annoy the crap outta me. I need me some more cuteass kids like Sahil from IB. Equal measures of masoomiyat and cuteness, but also some good common sense and sasssss. This kid seems little too boisterous (pakka apne haraami baap pe gayi hogi), but let’s see how it shapes up. Jo bhi ho, the bachcha is the make-or-break factor of this show since it’s the one the whole plot is centered aroundddddddd. Please god, make it a non-irritating one. 🤲🏽🤲🏽🤲🏽

[lacrimis]

Helmut Fischer was the son of a businessman and a tailor and grew up in the Munich district of Neuhausen in Donnersbergerstraße 50a, where he also went to school. When the secondary school rejected him, he joined Otto Falckenberg's drama school, which he quit after a short time. In the subsequent period Fischer worked as a theater actor. In 1952 was his stage debut at the Würzburg city theatre as Albrecht III in Friedrich Hebbel's Agnes Bernauer. The reviews were devastating.

For almost 20 years Fischer remained largely unknown and had to deal with minor supporting roles. Among other things, he worked at the Munich "Oktoberfest" at the Zuban show as part of a zebra's behind. In 1953 he married the dancer Utta Martin, with whom he lived up to his death (44 years). In 1961 saw the actor's debut in Bavarian Television: as a hairdresser in Ludwig Thoma's comedy Die Lokalbahn. Fischer described himself as "terrible" and said in retrospect: "Richtig g'schämt hab' ich mich, wie überzogen ich damals g'spielt hab (I was terribly ashamed about my totally excessive acting)". As he was under-worked with acting alone, Fischer also worked as a film critic for the Munich Abendzeitung.

In 1972 he played in the Bavarian Television's first episode of the Tatort series, as assistant to then-time Inspector Veigl (played by Gustl Bayrhammer). When Veigl was "retired" in 1981, Fischer was "promoted" to Commissioner Ludwig Lenz and as such he solved a total of seven cases until 1987. In 1974 Helmut Fischer, in his favourite café Münchner Freiheit met director Helmut Dietl. The latter recognised his friend's true talent and in 1980 gave him a major role in the TV series Der ganz normale Wahnsinn in which Fischer for the first time got to play a manquéed playboy.

Memorial for "Monaco Franze" (Helmut Fischer) at Münchner Freiheit The final breakthrough came in 1983 with Helmut Fischer's series Monaco Franze – Der ewige Stenz. Again Helmut Dietl was the director, Patrick Süskind cooperated on the scripts to almost all episodes. In the series, which has now reached cult status among fans, Fischer alongside Ruth Maria Kubitschek, Christine Kaufmann, Karl Obermayr [de] and Erni Singerl [de] in inimitable way embodied an easygoing dandy, charmer and ladies' men, who always manages to master awkward situations with a sheepy smile. Famous sayings by the character role like "A bisserl was geht immer (Anything goes)" were adapted into daily language use. Matching this, Fischer also recorded a successful single titled "Spatzl (Schau wia i schau)) (Sweetheart (Look like I'm looking))".

From now on, the actor was busy with roles whose character were always based on Stenz though. Until the end of his life Fischer kept assuring that the figure of Monaco Franze had nothing to do with his real life. In the mid-1980s, Fischer played with Thomas Gottschalk and Michael Winslow in the two Zärtliche Chaoten films, from 1987 to 1992 he could be seen as "Josefbärli" along Veronika Fitz and Ilse Neubauer in the series Die Hausmeisterin (The House Keeper). Fischer enjoyed his last success in the series Ein Schloß am Wörthersee (A castle on the Wörthersee), where he played the absentminded estate manager Leo Laxeneder, and as the fictitious mayor of Hohenwaldau, Peter Elfinger in Peter and Paul alongside Hans Clarin.

In 1993 Helmut Fischer was diagnosed with cancer. He kept this diagnosis largely secret, only his wife Utta knew about it. In 1996, the actor underwent treatment by the well-known and controversial cancer specialist Julius Hackethal. In November he celebrated his 70th anniversary with a great number of friends and colleagues. At the occasion the told the press: "Das Leben macht sich ja mehr und mehr aus dem Staub (Life is more and more buzzing off)". Eight months later Fischer, to the surprise of the common public, died in Chiemgau. More than 1,000 people participated in the funeral service at the mortuary of Munich's northern cemetery and the subsequent funeral at the Bogenhausen cemetery (gravesite no. 2-4-2) on 19 June 1997. In his funeral speech Munich's Lord Mayor Christian Ude, a friend and neighbour of Fischer, said: "... Populär war er in ganz Deutschland - in München wurde er geliebt. (He was popular throughout Germany - in Munich, he was loved.)"

Filmography :

1958 – Cherchez la femme (Curse the Women); with Helen Vita

1959 – Hunting Party; with Angelika Meissner and Wolf Albach-Retty

1960 – Oh! This Bavaria!; with Liesl Karlstadt and Ludwig Schmid-Wildy

1960 – Die vor die Hunde gehen (Those Who go to the Dogs)

1962 – Florence und der Zahnarzt (Florence and the Dentist)

1970 – Der Röhm-Putsch (Night of the Long Knives); with Hans Korte and Gustl Bayrhammer

1978 – Sachrang (Order of the Case); with Gustl Bayrhammer

1978 – The Unicorn

1978 - Derrick - Season 05, Episode 04: "Ein Hinterhalt"

1979 – Blauer Himmel, den ich nur ahne (Blue Heavens which I can but sense); with Jörg Hube and Hans Stadtmüller

1979 – Der Durchdreher; Director: Helmut Dietl

1980 – Die Undankbare (The Ungrateful)

1984 – Mama Mia – Nur keine Panik [de] (Mamma mia - don't panic); with Uschi Glas and Thomas Gottschalk

1987 – Hexenschuß (Lumbago); with Birte Berg and Beppo Brem

1987 – Zärtliche Chaoten (Tender Chaotics); with Thomas Gottschalk and Michael Winslow

1988 – Starke Zeiten (Hard Times); with Karl Dall, Hans-Joachim Kulenkampff and David Hasselhoff

1988 – Zärtliche Chaoten 2; with Thomas Gottschalk und Michael Winslow

1989 – Jede Menge Schmidt (Lots of Schmidt); with Anja Schüte

1992 – Der Unschuldsengel (Innoncent as an Angel); with Hans Clarin and Iris Berben

1993 – Probefahrt ins Paradies (Test Run to Paradise)

1995 – Drei in fremden Kissen (Three in Foreign Sheets); with Hans Brenner and Fritz Wepper

1996 – Drei in fremden Betten (Three in foreign Beds); with Fritz Wepper and Heidelinde Weis

1997 – Fröhlich geschieden (Happily divorced); with Rainhard Fendrich

TV series :

Funkstreife Isar 12 (Patrol Car Isar 12); with Wilmut Borell and Karl Tischlinger

Graf Yoster gibt sich die Ehre (Count Yoster); with Lukas Ammann and Wolfgang Völz

1972–1981 – Tatort; as Kommissar Veigl's (Gustl Bayrhammer) assistant Ludwig Lenz, with Willy Harlander

1981–1987 – Tatort; as Hauptkommissar Ludwig Lenz

Tatort series as visiting commissioner in:

1968 – Die seltsamen Methoden des Franz Josef Wanninger (The Strange Methods of F. J. Wanninger) - Die Beschützer(The Protectors); TV police series

1972 – Gestern gelesen (Read Yesterday)

1978 – Derrick - Ein Hinterhalt (An Ambush); TV police series with Horst Tappert and Fritz Wepper

1979 and 1986/1987 – Der Millionenbauer (The Million Mark Farmer); with Walter Sedlmayr and Veronika Fitz

1979 – Fast wia im richtigen Leben (Almost like Real Life); with Gerhard Polt

1979 – Der ganz normale Wahnsinn (The Ordinary Madness)

1982 – Meister Eder und sein Pumuckl - Die abergläubische Putzfrau (The Superstitious Cleaner); Children's series

1983 – Krimistunde (Thriller Time)

1983 – Monaco Franze – Der ewige Stenz; with Ruth Maria Kubitschek

1983 – Unsere schönsten Jahre (Our best Years); with Uschi Glas and Elmar Wepper

1986 – Das Traumschiff (The Dreamliner); guest role

1986 – Rette mich, wer kann (Save Me who Can!); with Gundi Ellert

1987–1992 – Die Hausmeisterin (The House Keeper); with Veronika Fitz

1992 – Lilli Lottofee [de] (roughly: Lilli the Lottery Game Fairy); with Senta Berger

1992–1993 – Ein Schloß am Wörthersee (A Castle on Wörthersee); with Uschi Glas

1993–1994 – Peter und Paul (Peter and Paul); series with Hans Clarin

1996 – Wir Königskinder; with Fritz Wepper

1972 Münchner Kindl

1973 Weißblaue Turnschuhe (White and blue Sneakers)

1973 Tote brauchen keine Wohnung (Dead Persons need no Flat)

1974 3:0 für Veigl (3-0 for Veigl)

1975 Als gestohlen gemeldet (Reported stolen)

1975 Das zweite Geständnis (The second Confession)

1976 Wohnheim Westendstraße (Westendstraße Boarding House)

1977 Das Mädchen am Klavier (The Girl at the Piano)

1977 Schüsse in der Schonzeit (Shots during Closed Season)

1978 Schlußverkauf (Sale-out)

1978 Schwarze Einser (Black Ones)

1979 Ende der Vorstellung (End of the Show)

1979 Maria im Elend (Miserable Maria)

1980 Spiel mit Karten (A Card Game)

1981 Usambaraveilchen (Saintpaulias)

1981 Im Fadenkreuz (In the Crosshairs)

1982 Tod auf dem Rastplatz (Death on the resting place)

1983 Roulette mit sechs Kugeln (Roulette with six Bullets)

1984 Heißer Schnee (Hot Snow)

1985 Schicki Micki (Fancy)

1987 Die Macht des Schicksals (The Power of Fate)

1987 Gegenspieler (Opponent)

1976 Transit ins Jenseits (Transit to the Afterlife)

1977 Wer andern eine Grube gräbt (Harm set, Harm get)

1979 Der King (The King)

1987 Wunschlos tot (Perfectly Dead)

Stage plays :

1952 – Agnes Bernauer - at the Würzburg city theatre

1953 – Diener zweier Herren (Servant of Two Masters) - am Stadttheater Würzburg

1964 – Die großen Sebastians (The Great Sebastians) - at the Kleine Komödie in Munich

1966 – Italienische Nacht (Italian Night) - at Residenz Theatre

1969-1970 – Jagdszenen aus Niederbayern (Hunting Scenes from Lower Bavaria) - Münchner Kammerspiele

1975 – Fast wie ein Poet (Almost like A Poet) - at Residenz Theatre - Director: Rudolf Noelte

1984-1985 – Waldfrieden (Peace in the Woods) - Münchner Volkstheater

1984-1985 – Die Brautschau (Looking for a Wife) - am Münchner Volkstheater mit Hans Brenner

On Fischer's favourite spot in the garden of café Münchner Freiheit in Schwabing, a bronze monument by Nicolai Tregor Jr. was revealed which depicts Fischer in his famous role as Monaco Franze.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Four Are Held After Attack On Klingblie,” Border Cities Star. September 20, 1921. Page 7. ---- Charges Arise Out of Malden Farmer’s Assault ---- Norman Sells Pleads Guilty; Archie Trojand Convicted --- Emerson La Marsh, Archie Troland, Norman Sells and Jack Richard, all of Windsor, were remanded until next Wednesday in police court on charges growing out of an assault on Herman Klingbile, a farmer residing on lot 31 Malden road.

Sells, who lives at 118 Bridge avenue and Richards who resides at 10 Campbell avenue, pleaded guilty to having liquor in a place other than a private dwelling. Trojand, whose address is 140 Wellington avenue, was convicted of common assault. LaMarsh, 131 Wellington avenue, was held in view of developments which may take place.

A charge against Richard of stealing a silver watch from Klingblie was dismissed.

Klingblie Gives Evidence Klingblie testified that Sells was a friend of his. He said that Sells brought the three other men to the Klingblie farm about 2 o’clock Wednesday morning. They had four cases of liquor with them and wanted to store it at his place, he said. He objected but the men persisted, he said. Sells advised him to do whatever they told him, he asserted, and he admitted them. Continuing his testimony he said the men brought one of the case in the house, opening it and took out a bottle. They forced him to drink with them, he said. Two more bottles were opened and the men took turns at sleeping on the bed, he asserted, three of them sleeping while a fourth watched the whisky.

Attack is Feared About 6 o’clock they claimed one of the cases was missing. An argument about this ensued outside the house and he feared he was going to be attacked, he said, as one of the men showed him a bullet and also said he had a gun. He commenced to run and was chased by Trojand and struck several times in the face, he claimed. In the meantime his young son went for the police.

H. A. Chenier, county constable, Sandwich west, told of being summoned by Klingbie’s son. He came to the farm and found Selis and Richards.

Found Men in Wood He said he also found Trojand and La Marsh in a wood near the farm. Both of them were asleep and very drunk and the four cases of whisky were lying near them, he said. Klingblie’s watch was found on Richards, he said.

Richards examined on this point said he had found the watch during the altercation which occurred and picked it up to save it from being stepped on. He did not know at the time whether it belonged to Klingbie or one of the other men and in the subsequent excitement forgot to make enquiries. The original charge against him on this point was robbery which Crown Attorney George Urquhart agreed to reduce to theft. Judge Gundy dismissed the charge.

Police claim that the liquor which the men had was stolen from Mrs. J. Ecker, 161 Wellington avenue, a week ago.