“Milton! It’s time to walk the dog!”
I started, fumbling a beaker of potion and nearly exterminating myself. “Mom! Please!” Truth was that she was just being a witch.
“Walk Fangs now! Before it gets light! You can do stupid magic homework anytime!”
I slammed the spell book closed with a loud clap. “All right already! Don’t get your broom in a twist!”
Fangs was out in the backyard chewing up an old automobile. He liked the sounds of crunching sheet metal.
Fangs’ eyes glared red as blood. He wanted to maul someone.
“Good. Let’s shred this town.”
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