Will thought a moment, trying to remember the last time he'd read it, or even where he got it from. He didn't have many books of his own, so he must have taken it from the bookshelves in the Parsonage, a collection of odd sorts that had a kind of "give one, take one" policy with his visitors. He knew he'd read it a few years back, anyway, which is why he grabbed it.
"Are you going to read it to me?" he asked, settling himself down on his side on the rug, propped up on one elbow so he could partake of the snacks.