Oh...my...god!
Karen wakes up, and there's a horse staring at her, and he's trying to eat her blanket. He's a very little horse, but he's eating her blanket, and Karen tugs at it experimentally to see what happens.
The horse blinks at her. He looks sort of like Ben.
Under her pillow, something is squirming. Karen turns around, on her knees on her sheet, and lifts the pillow. Puffin is...not a puffin, anymore. She doesn't know what he is, but he definately doesn't have wings. She bends down and picks him up under his little arms and looks at him. He looks back at her.
She's got a horse, and Puffin isn't a puffin anymore.
There's only one thing to do.
Karen scrambles out of bed, with Puffin in her arms.
"Come on then," she says, patting the horse's head. "We have to go see Rollie!"
The horse blinks at her. He looks sort of like Ben.
Under her pillow, something is squirming. Karen turns around, on her knees on her sheet, and lifts the pillow. Puffin is...not a puffin, anymore. She doesn't know what he is, but he definately doesn't have wings. She bends down and picks him up under his little arms and looks at him. He looks back at her.
She's got a horse, and Puffin isn't a puffin anymore.
There's only one thing to do.
Karen scrambles out of bed, with Puffin in her arms.
"Come on then," she says, patting the horse's head. "We have to go see Rollie!"