I should be studying…but I'm not. Shhhhh! Don't tell anyone! I hit the 50 review mark! Yeah! You guys rock!

BingIsBack- Thanks! I feel so loved!

Vetor Swest- I hope they find their appetites eventually, because if they do not then they will starve. And if they starve I will have no characters. And without characters there will be no fanfic. And so on. Olaf is not helping me, unless he is in disguise. Why are you afraid of supermarkets? Are you related to Josephine Anwhistle?

Alania- Thanks for your enjoyable, wonderful, skillful, extraordinary review! Have you been good to your mother?

Peaches Garcia- Thanks a lot! Don't worry. I'll update again soon.

Spectra16- Hmmm. I really don't know who the other M could be. Are there any people Lemony mentions that have names that start with the letter M? (Other than Monty)

Evil Grinlord- Poor Ignacia. I don't think anyone will die, but I'm not so sure yet.

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Disclaimer: He he! I am truly Lemony in disguise and I own all of the books and characters. NOT!

After a week and a half at Ignacia's house, Lemony's injuries were almost fully healed. He still had to wrap his wrist, and his burns still throbbed every once in a while, but other than that Lemony was fit as a fiddle, a phrase that does not make much sense because a fiddle could easily be broken in half with all the strings missing, which would certainly make it unfit.

Lemony knew he would have to make the journey across town to get back to his house sooner or later, but he liked having such a nice place to stay. He didn't even have to cook. But one day he brought the subject of leaving with Ignacia.

"Ignacia, you know I can't stay here much longer. I have to continue my research."

"I knew you'd say that eventually. Oh well. It was nice having you stay here for a while." Ignacia sighed.

"Well, I don't have to leave just yet," Lemony said thoughtfully. "Perhaps we have time to go to the park or play a board game before I go."

Ignacia's face brightened up. "I have an idea! This morning I read in the Daily Punctilio that there's a wonderful play in production at a theatre nearby. Maybe we could go see it tonight before you leave."

Lemony hesitated. He had had previous experiences with theatres that had been anything but pleasant, including a very false, dispiriting play written by Al Funcoot, and the replacement of an actress whom he loved dearly.

"What's the name of the play?" He asked.

"It's one of my favorites! It's called The Italian Meatball Ballet"

Lemony winced inwardly at the title. After being a dramatic critic for many months, he had developed his judgment when it came to plays, and this one didn't sound very good. Plus the Daily Punctilio had given it the review, and Lemony knew that that newspaper could not be trusted.

"Come on! It'll be great!" Ignacia said hopefully.

Lemony sighed quietly. He did not want to let his new friend down.

"Alright, I'll go with you. But I think I'll go back to my house right after the play is over."

"That sounds good! Let me check the newspaper for the times the play is being performed."

She ran over to the kitchen table and picked up the black and white issue of the lie-filled newspaper.

"Yes! The next performance is at seven o' clock, so that should give us plenty of time to get ready." Ignacia smiled.

When I am not visiting my cousins, investigating houses destroyed by fire, and researching the terrible lives of unfortunate people, I enjoy gazing into the fish tank I keep in my home. One of my most favorite fish is the black ghost knife fish. It looks much like a long jet black knife with a dark blanket fluttering behind it as it swims.

The black ghost is a very peculiar fish, because it has very poor eyesight. Instead, it finds its way around through touch, and by letting out small electric currents in the water. These currents do not harm other fish, but they bounce off of things and let the ghost know something is there. The black ghost is nocturnal, and it prefers to stay hidden in a small crevice or behind a plastic plant.

Recently I purchased a small, clear, open-ended tube at my local pet store. The black ghost swims inside the tube and feels the sides all around him. He thinks he is hidden from all eyes, but since he cannot see, he doesn't know that everyone can see him perfectly through the clear plastic.

Sadly, Lemony is much like the black ghost knife fish in his situation. He thinks he is safe, hidden from enemy eyes, but truly he is exposed to their glare.

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A/N: I really do own a black ghost knife fish. I truly have visited my cousins and investigated homes destroyed by fire. And I do research the lives of unfortunate people.

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