“Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-Anne-“ KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. Sprig began to rapidly knock on the door, his hand a blur as his knuckles rapped on the surface of the trapdoor.
“I’m not letting my best friend be sad n’ alone!” Come on out, Hop Pop took Polly to Frurch so it’s just us! Wanna dig around in his closet?”įrom within the basement, Anne’s voice, muffled. The latch Hop Pop had installed after Anne had begged him for weeks could just barely be seen through the crack.
The door rattled, but remained tightly shut. Sprig frowned as his knuckles rapped on the basement trapdoor.
