6
Alfie and Cynric escorted Rose and Violet up to the house. The grounds were quiet once more. Cynric had spied the Lumprotter asleep on its stump and sighed with relief. The foam had taken care of the rest of the rot. The gibbering mouse sat comfortably on his shoulder. It had decided to live in the workshop and assist the brothers. If it were not for him, they never would have stopped the rot. Its tiny chest puffed a bit with pride.
“This is a cause for celebration,” said Alfie. “I still don’t understand how you did it.”
Cynric side-glanced his furry passenger and smirked. “I had a bit of help.”
Alfie’s eyebrows bunched together. “How can that be when I was up at the house? Are you saying you were assisted by a mouse?”
“Never mind, brother. Let us share the good news,” said Cynric.
