#FridayFragment, 04.02.2022

The little boy came running into the room, coat tails flapping.

“Quick!” he cried, “hide me! They’re after me!”

Olive put down her embroidery.

“Who is after you?”

“Them!” the little boy wailed ungrammatically as he wiggled his way under the sofa. “The chief mages!”

“Watch out for the cookabon—“ Olive broke off as a loud yelp came from under the sofa. The chief mages, huh? If they were after that boy, that might explain the proliferation of such creatures as the cookabonna dragon under the sofa. T...