![]() ![]() If it weren’t for her golden eyes, which were giving him a particularly odious glare, she could have been mistaken for a garden figurine. Now, however, a fine white powder covered every inch of the toad. ![]() Down her back ran a single yellow stripe with a series of jagged lines radiating from it. Normally Geraldine was a dignified animal: large for a black toad, her head came up to his ankle. My mistake, Mulrox said, peering around the step stool at her. Geraldine! Mulrox closed the distance between them in a few hurried steps, clearing thimbles and hand drills and drying nuts from his path. If he stayed quiet, she might think he’d gone and he could spend a little longer on-Ī blur of motion from the corner of the room made Mulrox look up in time to see his pet toad tumble from the top of her perch amidst a landslide of odds and ends and a cloud of chalk dust. He had been working on this one for the better part of a month. There, his latest poem, painstakingly scrawled out in his jagged handwriting, was almost complete. Mulrox looked miserably at the map-adorned wall that separated him from his beastly great-aunt and then back at his blackboard. I’d rather not, Mulrox said under his breath. Unfortunately for Mulrox, Great-Aunt Griselda was both. Great-aunts do not make good houseguests. ![]()
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