The Mysterious Case of the Missing Skeith: Part One It was a sluggish spring night, the kind that made your skin start to prickle and your mind dream of rain. In the distance, a brown Cybunny walked nervously down the sidewalk before pausing in front of a shabby address.
Deception: A Report Within a Report Ah, the fabulous Neopian Times Headquarters. I have safely stationed myself outside the east window on the first floor.