"It's a magic wand," Troy declared, holding the stick he found aloft so the other kids could see and appreciate it.
"It is not," griped his sister Athenea. "It could be a sword, though." Troy brandished it like a true swashbuckler.
"It's not a sword," piped up Luther. "It's a lightsaber. From Star Wars."
"I know what it's from," snapped Troy, who started making lightsaber swoosh sounds anyway.
"It's the bone of a child's leg." All heads snapped to Druelle. Dirty Stinkpants Druelle. Athenea was ready to retort, but stopped short at the way Druelle was staring, rapt, at the stick.
"It's a wand," Troy whined, going back to his original, and he thought best, assertion. Everyone else continued to watch Druelle, wondering what she would say next.
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