Chapter 7 Spell Mishap: A Talking Goose

Faelyn's mouth fell open. Nigel took one step back and bumped into the table.

"I'm sorry," Faelyn said faintly. "Did you just...?"

"I want crusts," Gerald repeated. His voice was dry, haughty, and slightly nasal—the voice of a disappointed butler.

He puffed out his chest, dripping plum onto the f...

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