Dan had awoke earlier that week from one of his many month-long naps to find the downstairs area in a complete state of chaos.
Between the evacuation notice from Sallie and Mike to the red sky and bitter cold out back, the cracks in the bar ceiling, window, and floors, and the fact that weird magic is sprouting everywhere - Dan had considered packing up Bogart and heading for woods on his horse, in hopes of finding his way someplace that would be safer than this.
He's studying the crystal over the bar when he hears a familiar gravel-strewn voice over his shoulder; he turns in time to see the paper ears appear on Ben's head.
"Now if that ain't downright fancy, I don't know what is."
All of a sudden, Dan finds himself sporting a fine hat.
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Between the evacuation notice from Sallie and Mike to the red sky and bitter cold out back, the cracks in the bar ceiling, window, and floors, and the fact that weird magic is sprouting everywhere - Dan had considered packing up Bogart and heading for woods on his horse, in hopes of finding his way someplace that would be safer than this.
He's studying the crystal over the bar when he hears a familiar gravel-strewn voice over his shoulder; he turns in time to see the paper ears appear on Ben's head.
"Now if that ain't downright fancy, I don't know what is."
All of a sudden, Dan finds himself sporting a fine hat.