Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn`t human. Mr.Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand. "What ho, Percy!" he shouted and tossed his pen in the air.
There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen.
She grabbed her purse, tossed me my rain jacket. She said," Get to the car. Both of you. Go!"
The bull-man bore down on Grover, who lay helpless, the grass. The monster hunched over, snuffling my best friend, as if he were about to lift Grover up and make him disappear.
The girl with curly blond hair hovered over me, smirking and scraped drips off my chin with a spoon. Somebody knocked on the door and the girl quickly filled my mouth with pudding.
I was looking at the scummy water, thinking, I will not go into that. I wont. Then something happened. I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach. I heard the plumbing rumble. Water shot out of the toilet.