She spoke down to him, hoping he would complement her shoes. “No, this is the Pearl Throne, not Pear. I’m afraid you have the wrong location.”
“I’m sorry mum.” He begins to take his leave. Seems he’d journeyed a long way for nutt’n.
“WAIT.” Sally suddenly recognized him. “You’re… the man under the mistletoe. I know you from that portrait.” He was in disguise but the pointy ears he tried to hide under his antique slouch cap gave him away. This was a man of Jupiter — another planet.
“Lose the old skin,” she commanded from her perch, with mistletoe just behind. “Lose the cap as well. Heck just put on your birthday hat and come here.”
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“I swear it’s here somewhere. Eddy,” she spoke to the sea turtle floating before her. “Do you know?”
“I’m sorry mum,” and took his leave.
Sunklands 