Library Hijinks

Hey there, it's Future Dog

Playing time cop isn't easy. Don't get any weird ideas that you, the viewer, in the comfort of their own home or office should start jumping through time holes trying to prevent evil doers from doing evil things. You'll just end up with white hair, cracked toe nails and a few extra stress wrinkles that are incurable as the common cold.

Anyways, my quest this afternoon took me to an array of odd and exotic locations dealing with the lending of books to complete strangers. The libraries here are outlandish. I was hot on the trail of Hambriddle, following all sorts of letters to the place I knew he would go, a library. This was no library I was use to. In the future, libraries have been losing traffic and interest from the public. So, to remedy this the libraries struck a deal with a scuba diving company. This caused libraries to become more elaborate with them constructing all sorts of diving tanks and laminated books to read under water. That's the kind of environment I'm use to. Instead I walked into a large environment hoping to find a pool to take a dip in but I was met with giant roofs and stacks upon stacks of books. Books made of paper! There were large chandeliers casting all sorts of light in this giant of a room. To top that, ladders rested neatly along side walls of books waiting for an adventurous soul to summon enough courage to climb to the tip top, thereby claiming victory for their family or herd of sheep. I had an inkling that Hambriddle would be on the top of these mountainous walls searching for unique letters to take home to his collection, so I made my way up the tallest ladder I could find.

As I climbed high into the air, clouds of dust formed around me as if trying to strangle me in an effort to prevent me from reaching an ancient secret. I persevered, hoping that soon I would stumble upon the time vagabond grasping a bundle of letters close to his chest breathing heavily. My paws were burning with each rung I climbed. It must have taken at least fifteen minutes of climbing to get to the top. Finally, I put my paw onto a flat surface and hoisted myself up onto a cold floor with at least three inches of dust. I huffed and I puffed there, waiting for my breath to return to me from wherever it travelled off to (it spoke of being out of cranberry juice early and may have ran off to the store for a bit). A bit of recovery later and I finally sat up to peruse my surroundings. Much to my surprise I found a trail of letters and some sort of prints trailing off into the distance.

So if you'll excuse me, I have got to go explore all of this mayhem. Wish me luck.