Atlas groaned as he finished Minerva's letter, dropping his head down onto his arm, laying down on ground near the fire. "She gets a kick out of doing this to me, doesn't she?" he asked the boys, grinning when Octavius barked in agreement and Bartholomew ruffled his feathers.
Well, be sure to tell her that I am very sorry for the mix up.
And you, young lady, are a horrid tease. We'll just see how we can fix this in our story, aye?
The young man was amazed when she came right out of the water to him, and her kiss was divine. Then suddenly, something was wrong. He felt very tiny, looking up at the beauty. . . who wasn't a beautiful woman any longer. He had been tricked! And now he was just a tiny lizard?
What was the man to do? How could he ever get a beauty to kiss him in this condition. Quickly, he scurried away from the woman and ran off into the woods, lest she get the idea to squish him.
There was only one thing he could think to do. He needed his childhood friend, a girl about his age who he'd known all his life. She would know what to do.
It took him all night, but eventually he made it back to his village and to his friend's cottage. He looked up and saw that the lamp in her bedroom was still lit, so she must be awake. He knew he had to get up there, but he had no idea how we was going to prove who he was to her.
Scurrying over to the side of the cabin, he began crawling up the side of the wall, quickly making it to her window sill, looking in to see if she was there.