"Excuse me. What are you doing?"

"Um. Tickling you?"

"No kidding. Whatever that is, you may stop now. If the sausage thing you tried earlier was a 3, this is a minus 7. I don't feel nothing."

"Oh. Alright." He drops the feather duster, and sheaves of feathers rose from the impact, floating up to

"Ahhh ahh ahhh chooooooo!!!"

The roof blew away in instance and the house around them crumbled.

"Fiddlekrumpetsticks! My beautiful house! YOU!"

Then, fat drops of salty water started raining down on the boy. He looked up and saw the creature sobbing.

“Hoohoohooooo... what do I do now? What is my life!!!?”

Of the 10 years of his young waking life, Louie has never seen such a big ugly and dramatic cry before. How can someone go from anger and annoyance to such helplessness and grief in just a moment?

As a big brother, Louie has had much practice coaxing his baby sisters when they cried, and he was getting pretty good at that. But he wasn’t sure if he would be able to do the same for this... creature. He sure was willing to try though. He just couldn’t stand seeing someone so upset.

And well, he does feel a tad of responsibility for her predicament.

He stroked awkwardly at the side of her furry knees.

“There there, don't cry...”

He paused for a moment unsure what else to say. Then, an idea struck him.

“You can come to Knackersville with me! We can find Mr Pronobo.”

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