My butt is hurting, it has been exactly one hour and forty-two minutes since I have seen young troublemakers lifting the floor, setting the tables on fire, which I particularly find very dangerous, as well as, driving water, blooming flowers, healing a wounded animal, which again, I particularly find very mean since I don't know how long the animal has been wounded, or if it wasn't even them that hurt them, I shake my head to shake off those thoughts. I see people getting up, I see people cheering, I see people getting jewelry, but mostly I watch Erns and the guards, while Carrie seems to be amused watching those cloying performances, if those people are being escorted to defend the kingdom poor whoever needs their help.
I try not to look completely bored when Rebecca and Carrie look enco
