Onkle Ole called me up the other day.
"Hello again, Nephew. How's Sylvie then?"
"She's doing real good Onkle. She's on my lap purring
away," I replied. "Where are you now?"
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"On my way out and about, Nephew," he said. "I found that
Steganography place you were telling me about then."
"Good! Was it like I told you?"
"Ya! And I had to look three or four times before I solved
it too." (We both followed a Red Herring in solving that
one.)
Onkle Ole then continued, "But the wrong place we went to was a
real nice place then. I left a calling card there."
"But won't that be a hard place to zero in on? I remember
that the satellite signal was getting all messed up by the
trees." |
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(It's not there I hope)
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"Na da! You have some real smart people in your neck of the
woods. I'm sure they can figure it out then. Besides,
it's within 10 feet of the trail. Didn't see too many
brambles poking up then."
"Are you sure Onkle?"
"Well, I'll send a picture I took there just in case," he
said. "I haven't met everyone who's playing your game."
Onkle continued, "Do you know who that Mr. E is? I
like his puzzles then!"
"Sorry Onkle, I don't"
"Well he must be Norwegian like us then. He's got a good
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"Oh Onkle, I don't know I'd go that far. I think you must
have met him on one of your travels," I accused him.
"Perhaps nephew, perhaps," he replied. "Keep your options
open then. See ya around."
"Ya, Tak Onkle."