Mysteries of Friendship
“I’ve asked a lot of you since you came to Redbrook, haven’t I? I can’t explain why, but since you arrived a lot has happened. And you’re always there to help!”
“You know, it’s like some writers sat down and typed up these bonkers stories. Then, they woke Rys up, handed him the scripts, and, without consideration, Rys manifested them. And we’re being forced down this path of absolute ethereal chaos.”
“I know. I know. That’s highly improbable. But it sure feels that way!”
“Listen to me carrying on when I really just came by to say thanks.”
“I hope you like this bobblehead of yours truly. It was handcrafted in New England by a rabbit or hare of some sort. Honestly, I didn’t know they still made things in New England. Anyway, enjoy!”
“You know, it’s like some writers sat down and typed up these bonkers stories. Then, they woke Rys up, handed him the scripts, and, without consideration, Rys manifested them. And we’re being forced down this path of absolute ethereal chaos.”
“I know. I know. That’s highly improbable. But it sure feels that way!”
“Listen to me carrying on when I really just came by to say thanks.”
“I hope you like this bobblehead of yours truly. It was handcrafted in New England by a rabbit or hare of some sort. Honestly, I didn’t know they still made things in New England. Anyway, enjoy!”
