Chapter 19
Predictable Pancakes
Russo Baby Bears finds a new appreciation for his more controlled magic, perhaps using it to create perfectly stacked pancakes for a celebratory feast, realizing predictability has its own charm and usefulness.
My tail still twitched with the residual fizz of the Blight-Busting Brew, a concoction that, while effective, had smelled suspiciously like burnt toast and regret. But Willow Creek! Oh, Willow Creek was back! The cobblestones sparkled with a rediscovered gleam, the river chuckled with its usual joyous gurgle, and the very air hummed with the vibrant hues that had been so cruelly stolen. It was a grand, glorious, and blessedly colorful sight. Everyone was happy. Everyone was singing. And everyone was hungry.
“A feast!” declared Mayor Bumblefoot, his whiskers quivering with excitement. “A grand celebration for our two brave wizard cubs!”
Baby Blue Bears and I, Russo Baby Bears, stood a little straighter, puffing out our chests. We’d done it! We’d faced down the shadowy blight, deciphered Elder Raven’s riddles (mostly), outsmarted Grumble the Gnome (accidentally, but still!), and managed to not turn ourselves into newts. It was, as Baby Blue Bears would say, “Totally, cosmically, super-duper awesome!”
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