“The Markins live in the same building as the party hosts. We’ll kill two birds with one arrow and talk to the party people.” “And that’s sort of check four.” Peabody climbed into the car. “It’s stone. You kill the two birds with one stone.” “Have you ever tossed a rock at a bird?” “No!” Appalled in her Free-Ager’s heart, Peabody strapped in. “That’s just mean.” “And ineffective, I bet, since birds can fly. An arrow’s got to be quicker than heaving a rock that’s big enough to take out a couple of birds at a time.” “But still,” Peabody murmured.
