The New Kid At School
The New Kid At School
“Knock!“ Fergus bellowed one fine summer morning at the breakfast table.
Wiglaf didn’t answer. He poked at his cabbage pancake, lost in his own thoughts.
It had been months since the minstrel went away. And as far as Wiglaf could tell, he had not become a hero. True, he had saved a chipmunk from drowning in the pigs’ water trough. And he had rescued six spiders from his brothers’ cruel hands. But surely these were not the deeds of a mighty hero.
Wiglaf kept brooding. He never noticed Fergus bend...ing down close to his ear.
“KNOCK! KNOCK!” Fergus shouted.
Wiglaf jumped. “Who—who’s there?”
“Harry!” Fergus cried.
“Harry who?” asked Wiglaf.
“Harry up and eat your pancakes!” Fergus roared. “We go to the Pinwick Fair today!”
“Hooray!” yelled one of Wiglaf’s little brothers. “Jugglers and lepers! Let us be off!”
“And so we shall be,” Molwena promised, “as soon as Wiglaf does the dishes.”
“We could be off sooner if someone dried,” Wiglaf hinted.MoreLess
Wiglaf didn’t answer. He poked at his cabbage pancake, lost in his own thoughts.
It had been months since the minstrel went away. And as far as Wiglaf could tell, he had not become a hero. True, he had saved a chipmunk from drowning in the pigs’ water trough. And he had rescued six spiders from his brothers’ cruel hands. But surely these were not the deeds of a mighty hero.
Wiglaf kept brooding. He never noticed Fergus bend...ing down close to his ear.
“KNOCK! KNOCK!” Fergus shouted.
Wiglaf jumped. “Who—who’s there?”
“Harry!” Fergus cried.
“Harry who?” asked Wiglaf.
“Harry up and eat your pancakes!” Fergus roared. “We go to the Pinwick Fair today!”
“Hooray!” yelled one of Wiglaf’s little brothers. “Jugglers and lepers! Let us be off!”
“And so we shall be,” Molwena promised, “as soon as Wiglaf does the dishes.”
“We could be off sooner if someone dried,” Wiglaf hinted.MoreLess
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