Literature
To the Count of Three
Sweat was drenching Locke's forehead, and his arms were nearly screaming in protest, but he didn't care. He had worked for hours, now, trying to fix a machine.
That's what I said, 'trying'…
"Yee – ha!!!"
The joyous cry echoed through all Haven, and Locke raised his head, sighing.
"Athair, when I said you could help me, I don't remember telling you to mess everything up !" he growled.
The brown echidna stuck his head out of a metal box. He had – unfortunately – found those big glasses that enlarge the size of your eyes. His eyes were now as big as plates ; he was looking like… well, Athair.
"The redhead is spotted" he whispered.
"Athair