Today's OneWord: Fiery
"Behold!" screeched Mallory. "The evil fiery pit of doooom!"
She was, of course, referring to the red blanket that she had bunched up on the living room floor, which she waved her wand over. Oliver, her brother, was shaking with dramatic trepidation. He pushed his plastic crown aside, frowned, and waved a finger at Mallory.
"You may try to stop me, sorceress," he cried, fully in character, "but you will not stop me from saving the prince!"
She was, of course, referring to the red blanket that she had bunched up on the living room floor, which she waved her wand over. Oliver, her brother, was shaking with dramatic trepidation. He pushed his plastic crown aside, frowned, and waved a finger at Mallory.
"You may try to stop me, sorceress," he cried, fully in character, "but you will not stop me from saving the prince!"
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