”Was that yummy?” I asked him with a smile.
He nodded with a roar of laughter.
”Here is the deal: I’ll let you in the cell all day, on one condition: stay away from trouble! You don’t touch the book and the pen and you don’t go messing about with things. Do we understand each other?”
He nodded in agreement. But I still would not hold my breath over his promise as I knew his changing nature:
”That’s not enough! Swear by it!”
Hand on heart, he said:
”Cross my heart and hope to die!” firmly looking me in the eyes.
”That’s better! Now if you want to stay under the bed, you are welcome to do so. I’ve got things to do.”
I had hardly got up when the wind shot out from under the bed and stood in front of me:
”Could you do me a favour, please?” he begged.
I looked at him questioningly:
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