General
I stripped down to my tighty-whities, and Hammy slammed the hotdog over my head before I could change my mind.
Something silver flashed in the corner of the room.
Jeremy stepped closer.
A jagged lightning bolt glowed and shimmered.
"Neat!" said Jeremy. He picked it up.
It felt warm.
His fingers tingled.
"Put that down!" screeched Mr. Magnus. "Can't you read? DON'T TOUCH!"
Everything swirled around Jeremy.
Mr. Magnus cried, "He's not ready! He didn't read the rule book!"
When Jeremy burst through the door, Mr. Magnus jumped up. "Now we can get started!" he cried.
"Meow," said Aristotle from the top of the blue and gold trunk.
Mr. Magnus unrolled the scroll.
"The last riddle," said Jeremy.
"And a real doozer!" said Mr. Magnus. His voice shook. "I'm round like a ball, but I'm not a toy. Beware, Inventor, and your little boy!"
"An inventor!" said Jeremy.
"I've read all the books," sighed Mr. Magnus. "I found only one inventor. His name was Daedalus. He lived on a Greek island called Crete."
