“After these two weeks—” Augustus paced at the front of the room “—you’ll have survived the summer—the hardest part. The fall is easy. You’ll start visiting the animal menagerie to choose the animal you want to bond with, we’ll give you more frequent breaks, and you’ll gain access to the local symposium.” Where all the buxom sirens are subjugated? I’d rather not. Augustus continued, “There will be food at the symposium.” Sign me up. I’ve always wanted to meet the sirens. They sound like good, hardworking, big-breasted people.
