🍭| ❝I'm stuck.❞ And no amount of wriggling seemed to loosen the vice-like grip he had been confined to. Perhaps this was karma for eaves dropping on the forlorn hero. Ziggy had never seen Sportacus in such a state. When he had actually went to take action he seemed to have wedged himself between the crawl space in the wall. ❝A little help?❞
“ ZIGGY? How did you get back there?”
He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d actually been moping here on the bench, his leg bouncing furiously with the need to get up and move, but he wanted to focus on his thoughts. About how maybe he could get someone to watch the town while he visited home, or maybe that he should reply to all of his father’s letters more honestly other than ‘yes pabbi, i’m doing GREAT! the kids are great and the hero work is going perfect!’. He was too nervous to include how much he missed him, or the village, or how tired he felt after the day ended, even if it was a happy, relaxing day.
Regardless of all these thoughts, there was a more important matter at hand. The fact this young boy had managed to get stuck in the hole in the wall. He smiles knowingly, shaking his head as he moves to climb over the bench, crouching down and carefully tugging him through, helping him stand on his own two feet and checking him over.
“ Are you okay? You didn’t get scratched or cut did you? Are you h u r t? ”