Excerpt: The Skye is Falling

“Ay dios mios! La tortica acabo sacar un pequeno sable de luz y corto esa farola en medio!” shouted Henri.

At first I thought he was just trying to lighten the moment. But then I saw the steam and the black line that sliced through the lamppost and the muffin standing next to it proudly.

“Oh em gee! The muffin just took out a mini light saber and chopped that light post in half!” I echoed, grabbing my camera and snapping a few pics of the Star Wars-esque chocolate muffin. Just in case they called me loca.

“Don’t be silly, muffins can’t use the force! Or can they...?” Joss bit her lip in thought.

“Yeah right,” scoffed ‘Shroom.

“I swear, it just talked to me before! We chatted about the Muffin Man!” I protested.

He flicked his hair in a ‘trying to be cool’ guy kind of way and leaned against the light post with one arm.

He nodded smugly at us. “See? Nothin’.”

Creeeeeaaaak.

BOOM.

“Uh...that didn’t hurt as much as it looked like it did,” rasped the fallen ‘Shroom.

“Ha! Te dijélo! Eres un idioto. Y ahora necesitas un medico!”

“Ha! Told ya so! You…are stupid. And now you are injured!” I successfully translated the Spanish and knuckled touched Henri.

We would pretend our fight did not happen then, but I knew he would bring it up again later.

After I processed what new phenomenon had just occurred, I looked at him.

He looked at me.

The muffin looked at its cute little light saber happily.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, mi amigo?”

“Money!” “Ardillas!”