Why did they always get into these situations? Why was he always the one left to clean up the mess? True, it was because he was so much more confined, small enough to slip and slide through any obstacle set in his path. But that didn’t make it any easier for him to confront the challenges he and Miss Magilou confronted on a near daily basis! If only she could go back to the way she was before----!
Alas, circumstances did not permit such things.
He would have gotten a fine wallop upside the head if Miss Magilou would have suspected the course of his thoughts when he was supposed to be getting down to it!
He wobbled and he walked, keeping his round eyes open to finding exactly what it was he was searching for. It was during those uncertain times that he wished they were once again smack dab in the middle of a performance. He didn’t often know what he was doing when Miss Magilou was stricken with the inspiration bug, but there was something of a predictable outcome in that. Unlike what they faced currently.
He didn’t have any flourishing acts that round to try to rally help to their cause. It was all in the art of simply asking. Which was sometimes worse.
“Biiien...” He whined, scurrying between feet, gliding from one side of the street to the other.
Magic guided his feet. He knew he found the right target when he came to it. That didn’t mean he knew exactly what he was supposed to do once he found it.
“Excuse me?” He asked in his high-pitched gruffy voice, “Are you a Solicitor, ma’am? I am in need of being solicited.”
