Breached Houses And Jungle Paths
“What did you do this time?” Writer Lady asks. “Nothing.” Monitor Man says. “Then why am I walking through a jungle, looking for snakes, and pushing away branches?” Writer Lady asks. “Wait.” Monitor Man says. Writer Lady stops walking. He keeps walking, passes her, and takes the lead protecting her against snakes and renegade branches. “I don't know what happened.” He says. “One minute Tinkletoes and I were looking for Dobby and the next...” “Your ass is mine.” She says speeding up to fall into step next to Monitor Man. “Your ass is distracting.” “Checking things out?” He asks with a grin. “It's right there in front of me. It's practically talking to me.” The visual image lingers. “You were saying...” She says prompting Monitor Man to continue his story. “One minute I was talking to Tinkletoes and the next I was here, in these clothes, getting drenched.” “You sure pissed someone off.” “I don't know who that might be.”