Samuel
So if you're lost along the way
And if you're thinking that will always be the case
And if you're thinking that will always be the case
When he heard the soft tapping on the door, from too low down to be a child, Sam knew they had returned. Still upset about him killing their King, it seemed the gourds wanted another taste of him. Unfortunately for them, they were about the only foe he had a chance of overpowering. He'd opened the door and with a broom, begun to make a pumpkin puree in the street.
Mia sat in the window, teeth chattering as she glowered at the attacking vegetables, but Sam kept her in. This was his battle and he didn't want her hurt, though he was sure she'd probably actually be alright (she was often more angry than he was about the mice that made it into the shop).
"Take that!" He yelled, bringing the broom down on a gourd by his feet, none of his usual mercy or peaceful attitude visible now. Leaning back on the broom, Sam glanced up - for now, they were gone, but he'd stay for a while to make sure they weren't planning a surprise attack.
Mia sat in the window, teeth chattering as she glowered at the attacking vegetables, but Sam kept her in. This was his battle and he didn't want her hurt, though he was sure she'd probably actually be alright (she was often more angry than he was about the mice that made it into the shop).
"Take that!" He yelled, bringing the broom down on a gourd by his feet, none of his usual mercy or peaceful attitude visible now. Leaning back on the broom, Sam glanced up - for now, they were gone, but he'd stay for a while to make sure they weren't planning a surprise attack.
You'll make a sucker's prayer
Just go and leave it that-a-way
Just go and leave it that-a-way
