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Our Septe or thile we’ve been away

“You’re here” the King cried when he saw theet your old Charlie, who helped you across the water when you were just a little thing”

Septerowled in his throat, and if there was to be a good growling, Blunderbuss would not be left out Their rus harmonized nicely “Is that all you can think about, Charlie?” the Spinster sighed “When Fairyland is shaking itself apart? You’re King! Can’t you feel it in your kneecaps?”

“I’ in my kneecaps!”

“A King feels thermo-narrative mass disturbances in his kneecaps,” snapped Saturday “We have a whole diagram in the Rum Cellar that shohere a monarch feels the twitches and bellyaches of Fairyland Maybe you ought to take a look sometime!”

Septelass dice-hand He brushed himself off, sheepishly, a child who knows he’s broken a cup and there’s a lecture co apart! And all you can think about is quitting your job and settling into some cozy hole in the Suured it out It’s all s careater than theAnd if you listened to your kneecaps instead of your own , you’d know that!”

“So we’ll send the

“No!” cried Hawthorn and Taot here This is where we belong It’s not fair,” Hawthorn finished for the both of them

“You can’t h her whisper wasn’t soft or small anymore “I’m not supposed to live in an Apartment 7 I’m supposed to run and bite and fly You can’t er than you I don’t have to do what you say”

Scratch spun his crank, warbling out:

Buy me some peanuts and Crackerjack

I don’t care if we ever get back!

“Nothing’s fair,” September said softly

“I won’t do it,” the troll insisted “I’ll run, I’ll fight, I’ll bite, but I won’t go back”

Blunderbuss blinked back wo red tail