That’s Us,” He Said. “those Five Nuts

With My Sister Perched On My Arm, I Walked To The Elevator. A Business Man With A Rolling Suitcase Was Waiting By The Doors. His Eyes Widened As He Saw Me. I Must’ve Looked Pretty Strange—a Tall Black Kid In Dirty, Ragged Egyptian Clothes, With A Weird Box Tucked Under One Arm And A Bird Of Prey Perched On The Other. “how’s It Going?” I Said. “i’ll Take The Stairs.” He Hurried Off.

Hey, Guys!" Grover Yelled Somewhere Above Us. "i Think She's Unconscious!" "roooaaarrr!" "maybe Not," Grover Corrected.

You Might Not Think A Hippo Could Inspire Terror. Screaming “hippo!” Doesn’t Have The Same Impact As Screaming “shark!” But I’m Telling You—as The Egyptian Queen Careened To One Side, Its Paddle Wheel Lifting Completely Out Of The Water, And I Saw That Monster Emerge From The Deep, I Nearly Discovered The Hieroglyphs For Accident In My Pants.

You're A Stalker With Hooves." "i Am Not! I Followed Her To The Big House And Hid In A Bush And Watched The Whole Thing.

All We Can Do, Child, Is Follow Our Destiny.