Fred, that is.
The one time we actually NEED him to be around, he swans off for WEEKS!!! That’s gratitude for you. Haven’t we given him a home? Anyway, I got revenge. I fed him some of Jemima’s biscuits.
Anyway, after he turned up, looking all embarrassed and with half a dead monkey sticking up out of his cushions (I forced it back in, honestly, Fred’s eyes are bigger than his stomach) we hopped on and told Fred we needed to go back to see Dr. Anonymous again. He doesn’t like her very much, and I think he would have bolted if we hadn’t already been sitting on him. But I threatened to burn his paisley fringe with a magnifying glass, and off he went. Negotiation, that’s what I like.
Upshot is, there used to be giant flying things like what the MS has in his basement way back in the olden days. The REAL olden days, that is, even before the stone age. Before people at all! Meganeura, they were called (the giant flying things, that is). It turns out that oxygen helps make them so big – there used to be more oxygen in the air than there is now, and insects like Meganeura could grow a lot bigger than they do today. So THAT’s what old Shelley has been up to in his basement lab! He’s been breeding those dragonflies in a high oxygen environment. He must have been doing it for AGES.
Well, we’re going to put a stop to that, I can tell you. I don’t want those things buzzing about! I mean, they probably can’t fly outside in normal air, but that doesn’t mean the MS wouldn’t bundle us up and shove us in there with them. I wouldn’t put it past him. And EW! Can you imagine them buzzing round you staring with those creepy eyes, wondering which part of you’s juiciest?
Jemima and I are planning a raid. We’re doing it for Cerberus, see. I mean, I know we killed him and all, but that was an accident and we left him decently dead. WE didn’t dig him up because we were too cheap to go buy a dead sheep, NOOOOO.
Revenge is going to be sweet.
