<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Jehoshaphat!</em>  Ari and I spoke of a possible attempt, somewhere, at some point, but this is not what I had conceived as the threat.  I could shout to pick on someone their own size; I mean it’s times 4—the scoundrels!  It’s as if I’m some playful grandpapa.  I lumber toward Jaclyn who clearly is the target with them on my legs.  I recognize the du Monde ne’er-do-well.  My leg even throbs a little from the stab wound of the last encounter with her.<br/><br/>Jaclyn’s shout of ‘kidnapping’ is errr helpful(?).  Yes, yes it is.  Police coming will do the trick.  I’m almost to Jaclyn, but closer to the du Monde minion.  Punch or grab?  I lift my arm mightily as it’s being weighted down by the child vagabonds.  I grab the minion’s hair and pull as hard as I can.  That must hurt terribly, but not a sound comes from her.  I shout to Jaclyn, <strong>“Twist, turn—grab Ari if you can!”</strong><br/><br/>Timing is everything.  This effort to take Jaclyn is too long with no result.  The children realize it or are they signaled by the woman?  In short order, now, it’s as if two lines are forming—our gang versus theirs.  Unless those elves are piranhas, we’ll have them on the run shortly.  <br/><br/>The leader slowly edges back, Ari has Jaclyn—might the ‘kidnapper’ take one more leap?  I don’t like the knife in her hand.<br/><br/>I hadn’t considered and don’t want to consider that an assault is on that criminal’s mind.   <br/></span>