Beat 61: On the Road to a Rabbit
Somehow, Lloyd didn’t find much solace in noting that the desk before him had gotten no less cluttered since yesterday. If anything, the towers of paper and bunches of pens looked more massive than before. But even so, they looked slightly smaller, if only because of the even-larger throne that loomed from behind. He’d half-expected the smell of dried-out fish, but instead he caught wind of something very near to burgers and ice cream -- or a few super-sized shakes, perhaps. He wasn’t sure if his mind could handle the image of a shake made from burgers, though.
But he kept his mouth shut and his hands on his knees. On his left, Trixie fared no better; she might have had four years and almost three inches on Lloyd, but she looked like a preschooler who’d gotten caught making off with the cookie jar. In stark contrast, Mrs. Overdose looked about ready to take a nap. Somehow, the sight of cabinets and framed photos of fishermen didn’t do it for her, so she just swished her reed idly through her mouth.
Trixie nudged Lloyd in the elbow. “So what happens now?” she asked. “Ya already got expelled once, didn’t ya? He can’t do it again, can he?”
“Of course he can’t,” Mrs. Overdose answered. “And he can’t expel us, either.”
Trixie breathed a sigh of relief.
“He’ll probably just have us all arrested.”
Trixie looked ready to throw up.