“Haven’t you got bigger things to worry about?” Enoch shouted over his shoulder as we slipped inside. “Ungrateful slobs!” The doors thundered closed. Enoch slapped the wall in anger. “Why, Enoch, I didn’t know you cared what people thought of the birds,” said Emma. “I don’t,” he said, embarrassed and rubbing his hand. “So it’s fine if you talk rubbish about the birds,” Olive said with a grin, “but if anyone else dares to—” “I don’t want to talk about it,” he grumbled, and followed the waiting guards.
Oh dear grumpy but cutie Enoch :3
