Readings

Enoch grumbled. It had been a long day, he was tired, his robes were a mess, and to top it all off he couldn't keep his eyes open. The master was being unreasonable. Oh sure, you could demand that an 8 year old sit still and listen all day then study all night, but that didn't make you sane for doing it...

The book was depressing. It was about a crazy girl who had a crazy doctor tell her to do crazy things until she went crazy. He needed a bite to eat, something to clear his mind from the monotony he had been chewing on all afternoon. Who cares if she was crazy!!! Ok!!! Fine!!!

Outside the cool autumn air was calling, the crisp leaves were every dazzling shade of red and yellow and orange, and the gardens out back were slowly fading into the death of winter- preparing to sleep. Enoch went to put on a cloak, his dark brown robes were fine for summer, but needed a supplement in these colder months. The fire needed a log, reminding Enoch once again of his crackling stomach.

He wasn't a type. He didn't have to listen to crazy people who thought he was. He could just leave. He also didn't need to sit still in a room and say almost nothing savoring the uncomfortable silence, silence was to be enjoyed- but not in the company of strange men. Or cats. Kat had just come into the room, he was also hungry.

"Something about that time of year" Enoch thought, over a few scones he had pilfered from the kitchen, "makes us all begin to store food like chipmunks. Interesting.

He re-opened the books.