I Felt Like One Of Apollo's Sacred

Mrs. O' Leary Is My Pet. I Couldn't Let You Stick A Sword In Her Rump, Now, Could I? That Might've Scared Her.

I’m Sorry I Can’t Do More. But Happy Birthday, Sadie.” He Leaned Forward And Kissed Me On The Lips.

I Named My Camel Katrina. She Was A Natural Disaster. She Slobbered Everywhere And Seemed To Think The Purple Streak In My Hair Was Some Kind Of Exotic Fruit. She Was Obsessed With Trying To Eat My Head. I Named Walt's Camel Hindenburg. He Was Almost As Large As A Zeppelin And Definitely As Full Of Gas.

Of Course, Annabeth Wouldn't Be Able To Breathe, But At The Moment, That Seemed Like A Minor Problem.

And When Demigods Use Cell Phones, The Signals Agitate Every Monster Within A Hundred Miles. It's Like Sending Up A Flare: Here I Am! Please Rearrange My Face!