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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about span>"When, Sleeping, Dogs with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Let Sleeping Dogs Lie'
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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Let Sleeping Dogs Lie about PATRICIA, HALEY, I>Essence with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: PATRICIA HALEY is the award-winning, <I>Essence bestselling author of <I>Nobody's Perfect, Blind Faith, Still Waters, Let Sleeping Dogs Lie , and<I> No Regrets. She is a member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority and a graduate of <st1:placename>Stanford</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>University</st1:placetype> and the <st1:place><st1:placetype>University</st1:placetype> of <st1:placename>Chicago</st1:placename></st1:place>.&nbsp; She lives is in <st1:state><st1:place>Pennsylvania</st1:place></st1:state> with her husband and daughter.
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book titled Let Sleeping Dogs Lie about span>"When, Sleeping, Dogs with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery.
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conversations.value: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie: Murder after murder at the chicken house is occurring, and Hank and Drover are beside themselves trying to find just who it is.\nBut all investigating takes a back burner when Hank, out working traffic, sees Beulah and Plato in Billy\'s pickup.\nHe tries to show off and annoys Billy, which results in him using the truck door to knock this four-legged nuisance over the ditch and "there were five draws to that stupid canyon, and I hit every stinkin\' one of \'em" and after a nutty interrogation of Dogpound Ralph, Hank heads home to get bawled out by Loper.\nAfter a while he stakes out the chicken house and finds it was a hypnotizing skunk who has been doing the killing.\nAfter a brief scare during which Hank is accused of being the killer and is locked up, he breaks away and leaves, and saves Little Alfred from a hooking bull, and Sally May forgives him, and so the story ends.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: \nAfter a brief scare during which Hank is accused of being the killer and is locked up, he breaks away and leaves, and saves Little Alfred from a hooking bull, and Sally May forgives him, and so the story ends.\nBut all investigating takes a back burner when Hank, out working traffic, sees Beulah and Plato in Billy\'s pickup.\nHe tries to show off and annoys Billy, which results in him using the truck door to knock this four-legged nuisance over the ditch and "there were five draws to that stupid canyon, and I hit every stinkin\' one of \'em" and after a nutty interrogation of Dogpound Ralph, Hank heads home to get bawled out by Loper.\nAfter a while he stakes out the chicken house and finds it was a hypnotizing skunk who has been doing the killing.Let Sleeping Dogs Lie: Murder after murder at the chicken house is occurring, and Hank and Drover are beside themselves trying to find just who it is.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
  Penny smiled. "Not a chance, Phil. Don't worry. This is about foundation mares. Once we move into the middle of the eighteenth century, going forward into the late eighteenth century, blood representation is pretty solid. We have track records, literally, for those horses, as well as the records of their get."
  Phil smiled in relief. "Well, I am a little too sensitive maybe, but Penny, people are so crazy now. I had a bad dream of someone suing Broad Creek Stables over a bloodline misrepresentation."
  Back in the big vet truck with Tootie, Penny headed toward Greg Schmidt's house out in Keswick. A highly respected equine veterinarian, sought after on many levels, he'd sold his business, thinking he would retire. Well, in a sense he had, but practitioners like Penny often asked for his advice.
  Gray held in his hands a lovely tie of olive with regimental stripes of thin gold next to wide maroon. "Mercer, I work in Washington in a conservative business. No one wants an accountant in a paisley tie, especially if that client is a senator."
  Both men dressed well if a little differently. Their mothers, the sisters, drummed into them that you had only one chance to make a good first impression. And both women were clotheshorses themselves, loving the opportunity to dress husbands and sons. For them, it was having two fashion lives, male and female.
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conversations.value: Sister often thought of different peoples colliding—be they Indian or European, and then the later importation of Africans. Somehow out of bloodshed, truces, broken truces, and the superior technology of the Europeans, Virginia became what she now saw, a state of breathtaking beauty laden with natural treasures.
  Like Aztec, she peered over the slash to the pasture beyond, distinguished by snake fencing, an inviting yellow clapboard house circa 1816, a true white stable and a red barn in the distance. She was excited. She had wanted to hunt this new fixture before the season ended mid-March. Close Shave was so named because survival there had been a close shave.
  She'd hunted since childhood and had been a Master for close to four decades. She knew not to rush into a new fixture, throw up jumps everywhere. You needed at least a year to study the land and your foxes—or perhaps coyote—as Close Shave sat hard by the mountains. Once a Master and huntsman had a grasp of the fox's running patterns, jumps could be put in the best places to keep close to the fellow. Naturally, the foxes figured this out but by that time, the humans knew the territory well enough to compensate for the latest clever ruse.
  Today's field, just fifteen people, did make it a bit easier. A large field on a first day can be as difficult for staff as it is for the field.
  Hounds spread out. Reaching the snake fencing, they jumped over, continuing to search through the pasture.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Reaching the snake fencing, they jumped over, continuing to search through the pasture..
  Hounds spread out. A large field on a first day can be as difficult for staff as it is for the field.
  Today's field, just fifteen people, did make it a bit easier. Naturally, the foxes figured this out but by that time, the humans knew the territory well enough to compensate for the latest clever ruse. Once a Master and huntsman had a grasp of the fox's running patterns, jumps could be put in the best places to keep close to the fellow. You needed at least a year to study the land and your foxes—or perhaps coyote—as Close Shave sat hard by the mountains. She knew not to rush into a new fixture, throw up jumps everywhere.
  She'd hunted since childhood and had been a Master for close to four decades. Close Shave was so named because survival there had been a close shave. She had wanted to hunt this new fixture before the season ended mid-March. She was excited.
  Like Aztec, she peered over the slash to the pasture beyond, distinguished by snake fencing, an inviting yellow clapboard house circa 1816, a true white stable and a red barn in the distance. Somehow out of bloodshed, truces, broken truces, and the superior technology of the Europeans, Virginia became what she now saw, a state of breathtaking beauty laden with natural treasures.Sister often thought of different peoples colliding—be they Indian or European, and then the later importation of Africans
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conversations.value: As for Jane Winegardner, MFH of Woodford Hounds, what can I say about a beloved friend of years and an inspiring Master? Whenever I think of this hard riding lady, I remember the laughter first.
  My much abused whipper-in, Dee Phillips, walked me through most of the DNA material, all that stuff about a mother's DNA, etc. Thank God, she is a tolerant soul as well as a terrific whipper-in to myself as well as Deep Run, the grand hunt outside of Richmond. The history of that group alone would make a fabulous novel. Deep Run has experienced everything: war, fast women, beautiful horses, men too handsome for their own good and the good of the ladies, and all of this shining with that Virginia veneer of perfect manners. Ah, yes.
  I suspect this could be said of most hunts in the United States and Canada. Dull people don't foxhunt.
  Thank you to Kathleen King, Oak Ridge member, and lawyer who digs into my research keeping me this side of trouble. We also hunt bassetts together.
  And one last request. Please do not visit Walnut Hall. It is a privae residence and the equine graveyard is also private. Peace should be preserved.