As things went, it wasn’t unusual for Oliver the Octopus to be upset. He was usually upset about something or other anyway. But what Princess Opal didn’t get was what he was upset
about. He’d been fed and exercised as usual. Someone had refilled and cleaned out his tank. They’d even
decorated it for Christmas. But still, Oliver sat staring at her, an accusing look on his face, tentacles knotted in frustration.
“I don’t know what you want,” Princess Opal said, staring at the octopus. It wasn’t...
Published on April 17, 2017 21:00