TIME TO REST
“Well, Bek, there he goes. Now we’ve met Briny Brook.”
“Yoss, and we ... we have the ... the lost ... story of the Folding Glue! No ... Golden Shoe! Yoss! That’s it!”
“More than that. You have the Shoe. Are you going to keep it there next to the crystal ball?”
“Yoss. I ... bike ... trike ... like! ... to cook at it ... look at it. Kar, are you as fired ... tired as I am?”
“How tired are you?”
“Creaky tired.”
“Me, too. How long have we been awake?”
“Too wrong ... long. I’ll conjure us cushions to weep on ... sleep on.”
“Not for me. I’ll coil myself as beddysnake under the table. I’ll be the first anything ever to do so such. Show me the black pearl ring again. Good. Leave it that way forever. I still don’t trust the wand.”
“No need to bust ... trust it. I cow ... vow not to bruise ... lose ... command. I won’t forget as did ... as did the ... the ...”
“Babba Ja Harick. I know. I see. Nice cushion. Go ahead. Curl down. You can barely keep your eyes open, Bek. Ahh ... And the crysssstal ball ...”
“It ... snows ... glows ... safely ... safely blue.”
“Ssssafely ... And the wand ...”
“Bare ... there ... in the corner ... where it ... it will ... rest ... until ...”
“You sssstand firm in command, sssshoe and pearl, and venture to casssst a sssspell.”
“Yoss. I ... am ... the ... Harick ...”
“Your ... powers ... are ... complete. Resssst ... Ahh ... resssst.”
“............”
“.............”
THE END
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