Twelve It was time that Vochovia had it's own newspaper and the schoolmaster had decided that he would be the editor. Everyone was tremendously excited and there was a flurry of activity as people foraged around for articles. The quads were conscripted as cub reporters; they were cheap, enthusiastic, and above all, nosy. The hardest part was convincing them that they were just supposed to report anything newsworthy, not decide what they wanted to write about and then cause something to happen. They'd got a serious talking to after they'd filled the town fountain with so many bubbles that a couple of the more vertically challenged residents had had to swim for it.