‘Baba quick cuddle goo-baa,' says See. So yeah, soon as I get out of my end of the dungeon, I give her a quick cuddle and a prompt bout of caressing. It feels good. Oh, boy, it feels good.
But we still have work to do.
Pretty soon, we fumble with the keys on the other half of the dungeon – See seems to know her ways, I wonder how (of course restraining the questions for later) – and find the one particular key that gets my Uncle out of his captivity region. At first he thinks I’m one of the witches, so he doesn’t even look up. Then I cough – best I can contrive with my throat being a household for dust particles – and he looks up, and his face lightens up like you won’t believe it, and he dashes at me, tossing himself straight into my arms (awkwardly) like he’s some princess and I’m the hero saving her from the evil dragon who’s locked her up.
Whatever. It feels nice.
‘Fast like frisbee you throw baba babu,' says See.
Translation: hurry.
And so we do, following him as he races down hallways and drawbridges (yes, there are drawbridges inside this fort we’re in). Once we barely just miss a hunchback witch, my heart beating simultaneously in my chest, my bowels, my ears and my mouth.
I swear, we ran roughly at the speed of light. No small feat when you haven’t eaten a thing in ages.
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Humor**This book features short, fun, snappy chapters** **Perfectly fine as a standalone** [Caution: may pack a couple of gutpunches.] "First things first: this is the story of how I die. Over and over again." __________________________________ Marra is...
