Books on Foot

I either have a trickster in my office or these curses were not broken like they should have been! I suppose the book could’ve grown legs and wandered off on its own, considering the sheer amount of magic surrounding the Treehouse Office.

The day started pretty normally: punched a knot in the wall of the Tree and coffee appeared in a little compartment underneath. This is definitely my favorite addition to the office; I love that it changes each time we show up, usually after saying something the night before like, “Jeez, I wish we had paper generator.” Next day, there were several stacks of different types of paper lined up on a desk we’d never seen before with a machine next to it that never existed before. It actually smiled at us when we stopped to marvel at it!

Anyways, as I was saying, I got my delicious coffee (the Tree knows exactly how I like it, and even added a little nut flavoring today – exactly what I was in the mood for!), and sat at the desk. My plan was to work through some issues in our book. I opened the big leather-bound book left on my desk by Joey. Normally, the book saves everything we write and we can edit passages by tapping what we want to move and point where it should go. However, I opened the book and there was nothing! I checked the cover again and it said, “The Taftkan Materials,” but all the pages were gone, like they shed their skin and took off running.

. . . I just got a call from Joey (our Tree has a phone, though most of Taftka would be thoroughly confused by it; we needed a way to communicate if we weren’t both in Taftka at the same time). The book ran to his place! Apparently I was not meant to write the next part. I hope he has more luck with this tricky text than I did, today!

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