Attn: Cimorene
Percy is thoughtfully contemplating the walnut trees, which are flowering now white and beautiful. After a long while he climbs halfway up one, catches a bunch of the flowers, and then heads back to the house.
His scar has stopped hurting, and he moves freely and easily, with the long-limbed, lanky grace that he sometimes achieves. By the time he gets into the house he's singing a bit of Amazing Grace very poorly. Some of us were not made for singing.
But we were made for smiling, and that he does very well.
His scar has stopped hurting, and he moves freely and easily, with the long-limbed, lanky grace that he sometimes achieves. By the time he gets into the house he's singing a bit of Amazing Grace very poorly. Some of us were not made for singing.
But we were made for smiling, and that he does very well.