 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tag's eyes were glued to Kerry's bag, which was rustling and shaking vigorously in her grip. "I gave him fruit before," he explained. "Monkeys have voice recognition, like babies. He probably thinks I have more food." Tearing his eyes away, Tag quickly ripped open his messenger bag and started rummaging recklessly. A few quills went flying, one of them sticking itself in Claudian's shoe.
After a few moments, Tag produced a small bag of Jarvey-Jiggles, three caramels, a stale pumpkin scone, and a single licorice wand. "Here," he picked out the Jarvey-Jiggles. "These are made from fruit. See if he wants one."
His hopeful eyes flickered up to Kemma's. Maybe the potions won't work and I'll get to keep him. Maybe mum will let me keep a monkey if it's potty-trained!
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |