Chapitre 3: Chapter 3
Mao Mao closed the book as the story was concluded. "Well, that certainly hits a little close to home."
"So those people got turned into monsters by the ruby because they wished too much?" Adorabat wondered.
"Well, not like the ruby's stopped taking wishes, according to the story," Badgerclops observed.
"But still," Mao Mao mused, "kinda makes me wonder too…" He turned to both Badgerclops and Adorabat, stopping with the bat. "Adorabat, remember when you wished that me and Badgerclops would spend more time with you and less with each other?"
"Yeah," Adorabat replied with a little bit of guilt. "Then you and Badgerclops started fighting and got too much with me."
"Yeah, and you remember when you wished you could zing people?" Badgerclops added.
"That's good enough," Mao Mao cut him off. Though he did turn to look outside. "Still, it definitely does feel strange…"
"Yeah well, a story's still a story," Badgerclops dismissed, pulling himself back onto his bunk. "But who could've thought monsters trapped in bubbles would be a better idea than putting the whole village under one? It's totally a much easier plan."
Mao Mao sighed, getting up to put the book away on the nearest dresser. "I still can't even believe the king would think of throwing this out. That book is like - a piece of history, royal history, ancient memorabilia! It should be an heirloom!"
Adorabat flew up to her middle bunk as she assured him. "Well, it's ours now. I bet the king didn't want the book 'cause he's a 'fraidy cat!"
"Dude, what?" Badgerclops snickered while taking out his drawing pad.
Mao Mao frowned at Adorabat's choice of words, but decided to let that go for tonight as it was time for bed. He reclined himself on his bottom bunk and tried to relax while pulling his cape over himself as a blanket. He closed his eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep. However, despite keeping his eyes closed, he ended up with his head occupied with thoughts:
"Monsters? Curse? Bubbles? Somehow, the concept feels almost familiar...Oh well, it's just a story."
Mao Mao rolled onto his side, resuming his journey into slumber.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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