“My name is Jack O’Creams,” he yelled up, as he had done before when on the much nicer pastures of Cake City. “This is Lateef Sugartreat, and this is Sprinkle.”
The walls were a bit taller than those of Cake City, and yet not as impressive. They were made of ill-maintained wood that had been scarred by battle. A boy smaller than Jack stood on top of the wall. Setting a spear of brown on the wall, aimed at them, he fearfully ogled Sprinkle.
“What is that sprinkle thing? Why does it not attack you?”
“He does not suffer from the same malady as the sweetums you know,” Jack explained, hand comfortably and unthreateningly poised on his sword’s pommel, ready to grasp and pull should he need it. “None of us mean any harm. Please, we have been traveling for a long time.”
“No monster is harmle
