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“What do you mean; we’re stuck in a time loop? Surely it naturally goes entirely in one direction; onwards and upwards?” “Yes so we thought; that was until we became a time travelling species.” “Do you mean time anomalies; I thought we had been thorough in putting safeguards in place?” “We thought we had, such as ensuring no one was allowed to leave advanced technology in past eras, and the mind scan on all those entering Chronological Windows; lest they plan on a vengeance crusade for past genocidal crimes. If only it really was as easy as going back and slaying the first slaver captain or kill

It was a murder mystery in the wood and little Jenny Wren was distraught Her husband Cock Robin was now lying dead and the culprit had to be caught. No one saw a thing, everybody said, not even the Stare of Owls, Or the Clat of Worms, or Swarm of Wasps , or the Plump of Waterfowls. The Mischief of Mice could not be trusted and the Cats were merely a Nuisance. The Skulk of Foxes said not a word and the Flamingos were just a Flamboyance. “His slaying is Bizarre”, the Guillemots said, as above the Gulls did Screech. “We know who did it!” was the Cry of the Hounds , their noise Drove away all the Sheep. “It would be