Pi in the Sky

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Joss is the seventh son of the Supreme Overlord of the Universe. His older brothers help his dad rule the cosmos, but all Joss gets to do is deliver pies. That's right: pies. Of course, these pies actually hold the secrets of the universe between their buttery crusts, but they're still pies.

Joss is happy to let his older brothers shine. He has plenty to keep his hands full: attempting to improve his bowling score; listening to his best friend, Kal, try (and fail) to play the ...

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Overview

Joss is the seventh son of the Supreme Overlord of the Universe. His older brothers help his dad rule the cosmos, but all Joss gets to do is deliver pies. That's right: pies. Of course, these pies actually hold the secrets of the universe between their buttery crusts, but they're still pies.

Joss is happy to let his older brothers shine. He has plenty to keep his hands full: attempting to improve his bowling score; listening to his best friend, Kal, try (and fail) to play the drums; and exploring his ever-changing home, The Realms. But when Earth suddenly disappears, Joss is tasked with the seemingly impossible job of bringing it back. With the help of Annika, an outspoken girl from Earth, he embarks on the adventure of a lifetime...and learns that the universe is an even stranger place than he'd imagined.

From the New York Times bestselling author of The Candymakers comes a world-hopping tale that leads the reader deep into the heart of the mysteries of time and space. Plus, there's pie.

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"Once I find the topic that I want to write about," author Wendy Mass told an interviewer, "I go to the library and find every book or magazine on the subject. I start in the children's room with the simplest books....Then once I understand the basics, I'll dive deeper into the subject, with the goal of approaching the topic in a way I have seen before." In the case of her new beguiling tale about a young man who delivers baked goods that hold the secrets of the universe, Ms. Mass obviously learned her lessons well. Readers will finish Pi in the Sky with both elevated appetites and imaginations. Editor's recommendation.

Publishers Weekly
“Life in The Realms has fallen into a sort of ‘been there, done that’ kind of routine” for Joss, the seventh and least skilled son of the Supreme Overlord of the Universe. The Realms occupy the dark matter of the universe and keep the whole thing running; Joss’s job is to deliver pies for the Powers That Be (PTB), pies that hold “the very fabric of the universe together.” When 12-year-old Earth resident Annika accidentally spots a pie baker in the Realms, the PTB rip Earth and its solar system out of the space-time continuum, effectively revoking its existence (“This way it’s nice and neat, and we don’t have that nagging guilt at killing off a five-billion-year-old planet,” says Joss’s father proudly). Annika herself somehow appears in the Realms, and she and Joss must recreate the entire solar system from the ground up. Full of fascinating science and clever humor, Mass’s (The Candy-makers) story shines as bright as the stars of Joss’s universe. A high-stakes extraterrestrial adventure that’s as exciting as it is fun. Ages 8–12. Agent: Ginger Knowlton, Curtis Brown. (June)
Children's Literature - Krisan Murphy
Daily pie delivery and school are routine for thirteen-year-old Joss in his predictable life in The Realms, a world of sorts located in the dark matter. Joss is the youngest of seven brothers, all sons of the Supreme Overlord of the Universe. It is his father who is obliged to hank Earth out of existence (or so it seems) when a young earthling named Annika unwittingly spies The Realms through a telescope pointed directly at it and observes Joss's best friend's mom, Aunt Rae, pulling a pie out of the oven. When Annika enters The Realms through a wormhole, it is Joss who is assigned to protect her and reconstruct the missing Earth. For the physics buff or astronomy enthusiast who grasps the scientific grammar tossed around in this fast-paced mix of fantasy and science fiction, this novel is a dream come true. The plot—boy wants to protect girl, but she needs her planet rebuilt, so boy makes it for her—would appear down to earth if it were not for the Afterlives, the data dots, the Powers That Be, and a myriad of other unworldly happenings. The characters are well-developed and the plot is incredibly believable, rich with quotes from real-life scientists like Carl Sagan, who is a character in this story. This novel is ideal for the reader with a wild imagination and an interest in the universe. Reviewer: Krisan Murphy
School Library Journal
Gr 5–8—In this outer-space adventure, Joss is the billions-year-old seventh son of the Supreme Overlord of the Universe. He's charged with delivering pies that contain "the fundamental forces of nature" in his home, "The Realms," which are located in dark matter. Joss's problems are proportionately grand when Annika Klutzman, an Earthling girl, accidentally catches a glimpse of The Realms through her dad's telescope. Such a violation results in Earth (and its solar system) vanishing from space and time and Annika being transported to a meeting of the "Powers That Be" (PTB). Joss's friend Kal's parents were unfortunately visiting Earth on this fateful day, resulting in Kal's elimination as well. Joss is set on rescuing his friend by rebuilding the solar system-with Annika's help, of course. Annika's spirited sauciness and Joss's determination enable them to overcome a multitude of obstacles: stolen data, withheld information, a saboteur, and more. The humorous banter and interesting physics factoids keep readers entertained when the plot drags slightly toward the middle. However, the conclusion is as exciting and surprising as the premise, and the final chapter renders it emotionally fulfilling as well. The thought-provoking quotes from a variety of great thinkers at the onset of each chapter and the subject matter make Mass's latest a unique, mind-stretching title for science-fiction lovers, and the entertaining high jinks and evolving relationship between Joss and Annika give it an even wider appeal.—Kathy Cherniavsky, Ridgefield Library, CT
Kirkus Reviews
Astrophysics and cosmology play around with haphazard cheer in an experimental comedy that could be a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy for kids. Joss is 13 (well, "more like a few billion and thirteen") and lives in The Realms, a huge place "inside what you call dark matter." As seventh son of the Supreme Overlord of the Universe, Joss' job is to deliver pies. He only partially understands why it matters--after his deliveries, "[s]omehow the Powers That Be distribute the pies to the far reaches of the universe, wherever new star systems are forming"--but he understands the rule (like Star Trek's Prime Directive) that The Realms "never interfere with the planets' natural evolution." That said, if any planetary life-form sees The Realms, the penalty is "immediate disintegration of the entire planet." Yet when human Annika Klutzman spots a Realms pie-baker through a telescope, the PTB don't demolish Earth--they rip it "out of the space-time continuum" so it never existed (sort of). Annika herself materializes inexplicably in The Realms, where she and Joss labor to rebuild Earth's solar system. Chapters open with tantalizing quotes from the likes of Stephen Hawking, Neil deGrasse Tyson and, of course, Carl Sagan: "If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe." Science and absurdity frolic together to gleeful effect. (author's note) (Fantasy. 8-12)
Pseudonymous Bosch
"Finally, confirmation of what I've long suspected, that pie is the secret of life. Wendy Mass has written a wonderfully wacky book that will leave you hungry for more."
Trenton Lee Stewart
"Wendy Mass is a treasure. Read her books and you'll be the richer for it."
From the Publisher
"Finally, confirmation of what I've long suspected, that pie is the secret of life. Wendy Mass has written a wonderfully wacky book that will leave you hungry for more."—Pseudonymous Bosch, author of The Name of This Book Is Secret

* "Full of fascinating science and clever humor, Mass's story shines as bright as the stars of Joss's universe. A high-stakes extraterrestrial adventure that's as exciting as it is fun."—Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Could be a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy for kids...Science and absurdity frolic together to gleeful effect."—Kirkus

"The humorous banter and interesting physics factoids keep readers entertained...Mass's latest [is] a unique, mind-stretching title for science-fiction lovers, and the entertaining high jinks and evolving relationship between Joss and Annika give it an even wider appeal."—School Library Journal

"Wendy Mass is a treasure. Read her books and you'll be the richer for it."—Trenton Lee Stewart, author of The Mysterious Benedict Society

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316089166
  • Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 6/11/2013
  • Pages: 244
  • Sales rank: 277,204
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Wendy Mass

Wendy Mass is the New York Times bestselling author of The Candymakers, the ALA Schneider Family Award winner A Mango-Shaped Space, Leap Day, Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life, Heaven Looks a Lot Like the Mall, and Every Soul a Star. Wendy lives in New Jersey with her husband and their twins. Her website is www.wendymass.com.

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Pi in the Sky


By Wendy Mass

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2013 Wendy Mass
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-08916-6



CHAPTER 1

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.

—Carl Sagan, astronomer


If you think it's tough being the Supreme Overlord of the Universe, try being his son.

Or, more precisely, his seventh son. That whole thing about the seventh son being special in some way? Just a rumor spread by a few disgruntled seventh sons trying to make a name for themselves. In my experience, being the seventh son only means that by the time I got here, my brothers had taken all the cool gigs. They spend their days creating new species, choreographing sunrises and sunsets, composing the music of the spheres by keeping planets in their orbits, inspiring great artists, over-seeing the Afterlives, and testing new, state-of- the-art video games on the planets whose inhabitants haven't yet discovered how to access most of their brain cells. Me? I deliver pies.

That's right. I. Deliver. Pies.

Cherry pies. Apple pies. Strawberry-rhubarb pies. True, my pies happen to be the glue that holds the very fabric of the universe together, but have no illusion—they are still pies. I guess you could say they're pretty big pies, but size—like time—is relative. To a creature living on one of the millions of inhabited planets that it is our job to oversee, the pies might be as big as a moon or as small as, well, a pie. Hard to say for sure, since I've never been out of The Realms. But that's a whole other gripe.

The point is, a long time ago, the Powers That Be (known simply as the PTB) decided it was getting messy trying to control the forces that keep the stars and planets and galaxies from crashing into each other. So they decided to combine the fundamental forces of nature and somehow shape them into a nice, sweet-smelling pie. Why a pie? Why not a pie! Who doesn't like pie?

It's my job to pick up the pies fresh from the oven, box them up, and deliver them to the correct department at the Powers That Be headquarters, which currently looks like a giant boot but can change regularly.

Anyway, when I pick up the empty pie tins at the end of my shift, only crumbs are left. Somehow the Powers That Be distribute the pies to the far reaches of the universe, wherever new star systems are forming. Since the universe is constantly expanding, this means my job is never done. I don't actually know the nitty-gritty of what happens to the pies once they reach their destinations, which is unfortunate because I have this big report due for school next week on what my job entails, and that's the kind of detail teachers eat right up.

Yes, even immortal sons of Supreme Overlords have to go to school, which doesn't really seem fair. I mean, I might have only begun my teen years, but years here last forever, so really, I've been in school since before the Sombrero Galaxy took its first siesta billions of years ago. It's enough already.

Anyway, right now I'm heading to my last pickup of the day and then I have to go home and write the annoying report. At least the pickup is at my best friend Kal's house. Kal's parents are OnWorlders, which means they live most of the time on different terrestrial planets, doing research and writing reports. As a rule, we never interfere with the planets' natural evolution. That said, I've heard rumors. After all, there's only so much one can take of watching dinosaurs stomp around aimlessly for a few hundred million years before you need to send an asteroid their way.

No matter how many times I walk this same path, I never get bored of it. The central Realms—home to most of the residents and buildings—are set up like a grid, with walking paths crisscrossing each other at even intervals. On either side of the paths trees loom high and streams weave their way between them. When I was younger, before I started delivering the pies, I could usually be found in one of the distant fields with Kal or Bren, watching the clouds change color. The sky here is without color, but the clouds more than make up for it. I learned in school that on the planets, clouds and trees and water are solid objects, providing some sort of purpose in nature. In The Realms, they are more like suggestions of such things, until someone wants to use them. A lake becomes a lake when someone wants to go fishing. A flower becomes a flower when someone wants to water it, or admire it, or put it in a vase. Even then it's not a "real" flower, like the type that grows in the soil of many of the terrestrial planets. But that doesn't make it any less beautiful.

Aunt Rae's front lawn is full of flowers growing from nowhere and rootless trees. She's very proud of her garden, and when she's not making pies, I usually find her gardening out here.

"Took you long enough," Kal says, swinging the door open. Kal—whose after-school job is to welcome new arrivals to the Afterlives—has a greater sense of time than most of us here in The Realms. Since he deals with life-forms whose lives actually have beginnings and endings, the whole thing sort of rubs off on him and he gets impatient easily.

I plop down on the couch and say, "I'm here the same time I always am."

He mutters something that I choose to ignore. I put up my feet and breathe in deep. Their house smells soooo good. Aunt Rae is one of the best pie makers in all The Realms, but she is also the slowest. Can't rush perfection is her motto. I never mind waiting. Any time I get to put my feet up and do nothing works fine for me.

"Is that you, Joss?" Aunt Rae calls out from the kitchen. She always knows when I'm here, even though she's nearly completely deaf. She sticks her head out from the kitchen, apple pie juice running down the front of her apron.

"Hi, Aunt Rae," I yell. "How are you today?"

Kal's aunt is one of the Old Ones. All the pie makers are from the first wave of immortals. It's not like their bodies are breaking down or anything, but they don't self-repair as well as the rest of us. Of course, Aunt Rae could get her hearing fixed instantly instead of wearing an adjustable ear volumizer, but she says the silence helps her focus on baking her pies. Personally, I think she likes not having to hear Kal's music blaring all the time. He has terrible taste in music, even with all the music in the universe to choose from. He's been working on his own "masterpiece," which is even worse.

"Can't complain," Aunt Rae replies cheerily, wiping her forehead and leaving a smear of flour behind.

"Wanna hear my latest and greatest?" Kal asks me, picking up his drumsticks without waiting for an answer.

Aunt Rae switches her volumizer to the off position and ducks back into the kitchen. I cover my ears with my hands. As usual, this is the point where I get even more jealous that my oldest brother, Thade, gets to hear the Music of the Spheres—that melodic tune made by the planetary bodies as they go around their orbits—while I get to hear Kal doing things to the drums that should never, ever be described as music. Kal claims he learned this latest piece from a drummer in a band he recently escorted to the Afterlives. The guy had come from Earth, which is a particularly well-liked planet around here due to its being one of the few where the inhabitants developed a sense of humor.

It's only when Kal pauses to flip his drumsticks dramatically in the air that we hear the sirens. He drops the drumsticks, and one hits the cymbal with a tszing! The sirens mean only one thing—someone on one of the inhabited planets is zeroing in on our location with whatever technology they've developed to peer into their night sky. Normally, The Realms can't be seen from anywhere in the universe. But every once in a while a rip occurs in the fabric of the space-time continuum. Quantum entanglement becomes untangled. If someone happened to be looking at exactly the right spot, they could catch a glimpse of us. And just the tiniest glimpse is catastrophic.

I was only a billion or two years old, a baby really, when the sirens last blared. Intelligent life in the first batch of planets had just started peering into the skies. The viewer at the other end of the primitive piece of equipment spotted a garden party at one of the fancier estates in The Realms. The old guy was so shocked at what he saw that he dropped dead of a heart attack on the spot. Dying in this way was actually a bit of luck for everyone else on his planet, since the penalty for laying eyes on any of the beings living in The Realms is the immediate disintegration of the entire planet. Under the circumstances, in an uncharacteristically charitable move, the Powers That Be allowed the planet to continue existing. A dead man tells no tales, as the saying goes. But I doubt they will be so forgiving again. No one knows exactly why the punishment is so harsh, but since this almost never happens, the whole issue doesn't get much attention.

"DUCK!" Kal screams, throwing himself to the floor. Between the intermittent wails of the siren, I can still hear Aunt Rae humming.

"Aunt Rae!" I yell. "You have to duck!"

But she doesn't hear me. Even the sirens don't get through when her volumizer is off.

I half-slither, half-crawl on my elbows and knees to the opening of the kitchen. Kal follows close on my heels. Aunt Rae is reaching into the oven, pulling out a perfect, steaming-hot apple pie. I reach up to grab the hem of her apron just as she turns around.

But I'm too late. The area around her vibrates and shudders, almost imperceptibly, then settles back into place. No doubt about it, she has been spotted. Someone has broken (or at least bent really far) the laws of physics and has laid eyes on Aunt Rae and her famous apple pie. It is the last thing he will ever see. He will not get the chance to tell anyone on his planet of his discovery. There will no longer be anyone to tell.

The wail of the siren now becomes one long keening cry. No one likes to think of any of the worlds ending. We've watched them grow from grains of dust, so it's quite heartbreaking. The siren fades out. I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling.

"Joss?" Aunt Rae asks, leaning over me with obvious concern. She flips her volumizer back on. "What is it?"

But I can only shake my head, a tear sliding down my nose. I know new planets are being formed constantly, new civilizations rising and falling and rising again, but still, it's a huge loss.

"I hope it wasn't Earth," Kal says, his expression grim.

I nod in agreement. Besides the fact that the people of Earth understand that flatulence can be funny, they have the tastiest enchiladas. Actually, those two things are most likely connected. While there are millions of planets in the universe with some form of life, they are all in vastly different stages of development and intelligence. Many never develop technology at all, never learn how to harness the elements and forces around them. But if they do, and if they can't control it, they usually destroy themselves pretty soon after. This leaves only a narrow window when the inhabitants are using their knowledge to educate themselves, to look out at the universe and seek answers. Earth is in this zone right now.

A voice booms through the house. "Joss! Are you still there?"

I jump up from the floor so quickly my brain spins. Kal and I stare at each other. My father NEVER uses the communication network himself. As Supreme Overlord, he has a whole staff for that. The fact that he is calling me now can't be a good sign.

"Answer him," Kal hisses.

I clear my throat. "Yes, Dad, I'm here."

"Report immediately to PTB headquarters."

"Yes, sir," I reply, halfway out of the kitchen.

But he isn't finished. "And bring the pie!"

CHAPTER 2

Dark matter holds the key to the universe.

—Paul Davies, physicist


I weave my way in and out of the busy streets, the steaming pie tin burning my hands. I hadn't even given Aunt Rae a chance to put it in a box. As always, when I first picked up the pie, I felt a sort of current go through me, like my body was getting heavier. It must be something in the pies that causes it. The feeling is not entirely unpleasant, and I like to linger before it fades. But I couldn't do that this time. As relative as time is in The Realms, my father does not like to be kept waiting. And when he does not like something, you do your best to avoid it.

The streets are usually not this crowded. With so much space in The Realms, there is rarely a reason for people to gather. But the blare of the sirens got everyone out and talking. I push through a group of kids I go to school with, which is made easier by the fact that they part slightly when they see me coming. This is one of the downsides to having a really important father—the other kids keep their distance from me. All except Kal, who I can always count on to remind me that I may have a famous family, but my hair grows in lopsided and no girl has ever gone on a date with me twice.

In the olden days, we used to be able to travel instantaneously, winking in and out of places like the smallest of elementary particles. Those were the days. Everything was so easy then. Took me a tenth of the time to complete my daily pie-delivering, leaving endless opportunities to clown around with Kal or bowl down at Thunder Lanes. But the Powers That Be fixed it so our bodies can no longer vibrate at a high-enough frequency to achieve this state. We also feel pain now, which is bothersome. They decided we needed to live more like our mortal kinsmen in order to better serve their needs. The PTB are strange that way. Their main job is to oversee the various species who populate the universe, but a lot of the time they seem not to care much. Suns explode in fiery supernovas, wiping out any life-forms unfortunate enough to be within fifty light-years, sending their atoms spewing forth into the void of space, and do the PTB do anything to stop it?

No. No, they do not.

Civilizations destroy themselves (and others) over and over again, and the PTB watch on the planet view screens and place bets on what the last survivor's final words will be. (They're usually something like, "Oh, crud.") This is not quite as cruel as it sounds, since the bylaws of the Powers That Be strictly forbid interfering or choosing sides in planetary squabbles. This is widely agreed to be the best course of action. Might they turn their backs occasionally and allow someone to steer a meteorite embedded with amino acids toward a recently cooled planet in a new solar system? Sure. Prevent nuclear destruction of an advanced civilization? No.

"I'm coming with you," Kal calls out, catching up to me on the street. Kal has transformed his legs into wheels, which was very smart of him. Even though all of us in The Realms can quickly rearrange the cells in our bodies to create new patterns, I usually don't think of it. It takes a lot of mental effort, and I prefer to save that effort for school so I don't fail out. Plus, with wheels, you wind up with all sorts of bruises, and you have to pick pieces of dirt and random tiny objects from your skin long after you've turned them back into legs.

"You should go home, Kal. My dad didn't sound happy. You don't want to be around when he's not happy. Remember that time he turned you into a cow pie because you wouldn't stop drumming with your fork and spoon when you came over for dinner?"

Kal shudders at the smelly memory but squares his shoulders and says, "It was my fault we didn't hear the sirens sooner. You shouldn't have to take the blame."

"I wasn't going to," I reply. I'm lying and we both know it. I've been taking the fall for Kal since we were in diapers. As a son of the Supreme Overlord, I do get special treatment. The PTB often look the other way if one of my brothers or I bend the rules every now and then. Bren (the brother closest to my age and the one I like the best) and I once broke into the Department of Gravity to see if we could find some gravitons to take us to a neighboring universe. We'd heard rumors of other universes that waves of gravity could travel between. It didn't matter to us that in billions of years no one had ever found these universes, supposedly full of their own stars and planets and galaxies. We got caught, of course, because there's no way to sneak around here without everyone knowing your business.

Since everyone's afraid of our father, all we got was a warning. (The next person who got caught breaking in there was turned into an ear mite. He was last seen living inside the ear of a particularly smelly Plumpadorus in the Cygnus Galaxy.) But what happened today will likely result in more than a slap on the wrist and a lecture.

Kal and I come to a stop in front of PTB headquarters. No longer a giant boot, the building has been transformed into a flagpole, with a black flag flying at half-mast in honor of the recently destroyed planet.


(Continues...)

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    Posted January 23, 2014

    Yo read this!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    This book is kinda boring and dumb at first. Then i started getting into it and I relized I was halfway through the book already!! I was very surprised an was glad I had gotten the book. The ending was a bit sad at first, but 83 year olds can do mor then you think!

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    Entertaining

    A sci-fi story about the seventh son of the supreme overlord of the universe, in his quest to rebuild the solar system, which has recently been removed from all existance. And accompanying him is the sole survivor of Earth's vaporization, a twelve year old human girl. The seventh son is no one special, well, for being the seventh son of the supreme overlord of the universe and all. He's just a delivery boy- pies to be specific. How is this second generation immort supposetod

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    Posted June 10, 2014

    Echo

    She sighed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

    Emberstreak

    You guys are locked out?"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

    Owlheart

    Im locked out too! Lilystar will make app. Ceremonies in next result, shell read out posts there.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

    Drizzle

    He sits down helplessly. "How did i end up getting locked out again..." he said half to himself.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

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    Suminunina anawaawa waka waka

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

    Rainstorm

    Dustpaw and Stormpaw need to be warriors.] "Emberstreak! You're back!" he exclaimes to his friend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2014

    Firepelt

    I m back in

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2014

    Eclipsesun

    Nods and pads out of the den going to get herbs.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2014

    Mistheart

    *Obediently swallos the seeds. She starts to feel drowsy and her eyelids droop. She yawns and falls asleep.* ((I gtgtb. I will be on tomorrow. Then I will tell you where I came from and all that.))

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2014

    Liontear

    Actually it was me but i do have a question when your patient mistheart comes wakes up can i talk to her?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2014

    Hi

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