Doctor Perridium snatched the childrens books up. “No” he screamed, “No more of this. It is destroying you.” The children pleaded and beat at his legs with their fists but it was in vain. He locked the books in a large wooded closet. One so old that it spoke through the stains and scratches on its painted surface. It was also one of the only pieces of furniture in the house that wasn’t completely covered in dust, only due to the fact that the doctor locked almost everything up in it and each time the doors would crash shut dust would fly up like startled sparrows.
