“That’s the Hag,” said a voice in her ear, and Peony all but fell out of the tree in surprise. The palace cat was sitting on a branch above her head, cleaning his whiskers. “And you can be sure that she’s up to no good. You need to watch her.”
Peony stared at the cat. “Did… did you just TALK to me?”
“Well, it certainly wasn’t the pigeon. Stupid things, pigeons.” Basil extended a paw, studied it, then began to clean between his toes. “Name’s Basil, by the way. How do you do?”
Okay, kids. Life-lesson time.
There are some good ways to propose marriage: You can get down on one knee; you can buy a fancy ring; you can take a trip to a tropical island; you can go to Paris. Any of those are great. You should absolutely try on of those.
There are also some bad ways to propose marriage. These include throwing your sweetheart into a basket and running away with her.
That’s pretty much the worst way to propose.
Just so you know.
Come on in.
Don’t be afraid.
It’s just a bunch of stories.
What could be so terrifying about that?
Well — maybe your sister’s footless ghost appearing in the middle of the night. Maybe an imaginary friend… who might not be so imaginary. Or maybe tattoos that suddenly and very painfully start etching themselves all over your body.
I got a little carried away.