She wondered if a grown-up would understand. Grown-ups never seemed to get bored. Maybe they’d forgotten how boredom could twist around and become a horrible gray blanket that lay over everything until you were climbing the walls trying to find ways to keep yourself entertained. “Look,” she said, “you always say ‘You’ll understand when you’re older.’ But you’d understand if you were younger! How bored and angry can it get in two hundred years? The Scarling couldn’t go play outside! All it could do was sit there and get madder and madder and think of ways to get revenge!”
