“That’s a strange flower.”
Belle knocked on the door of her brother’s room. “Can I come in, Ferdy?”
“Sure, we’re both decent,” he grinned and Derek looked up with a smile as their little sister came into the room. Bartok leaned on her hand, looking around. “Now I could get used to this,” he muttered dreamily.
“What have you got there?” asked Derek.
“A bat.” Belle held up Bartok.
“Yo!” exclaimed Bartok, waving.
Ferdinand jumped. “I didn’t know bats could talk.”
“Have you ever been close enough to one to listen?” joked Bartok. “The name’s Bartok.”
“Well, then, it’s a pleasure...
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