CHAPTER 6
Wag the Dog
When they returned to the festival grounds, Theo spent half an hour pitching a tent. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jiskyl; he resented the way the old fish had treated him.
He spoke to me like I was an immature brat. I’m not your average toy. I don’t care about this festival. Saving Grant is more important. Why can’t he understand that a boy’s life is more important than any toy’s need?
He glanced around the festival grounds, where everyone was working hard. Heinrich plugged in a cable and lit up the midway, and everyone cheered. He flexed his muscles and shouted, “We’re almost done!”
Bethany clapped and caught Theo’s eye. She motioned for him to come over and celebrate with them, but he kept pitching the tent.
“Aw, c’mon, buddy. We couldn’t have done this wit
