Posts published on a Tuesday
Septimus stared at the scraped and bloody snow at his feet. It took him some moments to reply. “I mean…” he began slowly. “I mean that if you go through life and never face a situation where, in order for you to survive, someone else has to die, then you’re lucky. That’s what I mean.”
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For Beetle, it recalled Snow Days when he didn’t have to go to school—days full of possibilities when he would wake up to find that snow had completely covered the windows and his mother had lit the lantern and was cooking bacon and eggs over the fire.
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He was learning from his brothers that you didn’t have to explain yourself if you didn’t want to—and that sometimes, with a witch, it was better not to.
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Beetle celebrated his temporary promotion by sitting on his swivel chair and spinning around and around in circles—which was not allowed—while practicing his I’m-in-charge look. For five heady minutes everything had been wonderful—and then it all went wrong.
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Fox: WOLF! You’re heading straight for the cannon! Wolf: It’s not my fault! I can’t ride a motorcycle!! Fox: Wow. He really is awfully brave,
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Shark: You both need to stop arguing. It’s starting to really UPSET me… Snake: Warning, schmorning! Do your worst, you dimwitted Hero wannabe! Wolf: That’s
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