Magic Panic

I guess it was fair that was the last time I'd see him, I guess it was fine that he would be taken away. I can't understand why he would do something that... stupid. Why can't I give up on him, why can't I forget him. The Reason keeps on coming back to me over and over, he's my

Lord, he’s my Savior, he’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Even when he turned himself in I still had faith in him. And I still have faith to this very day. I saw his death, and subsequent resurrection with my very own two eyes. It might sound incredible and all, but it’s true.

Many came up to me with too many questions to count. They doubted my claim, stating that it was just impossible and made no sense whatsoever. Magic had no place in a logical universe, they said. But I saw it with my own eyes. And my brothers saw it with their own eyes. The truth.

“Explained this logically!” I said as I waved my magic wand and transmogrified the doubters into animals. Just for a minute they’d become a hamster or a puppy or a frog. Then I’d change them back.

That was my plan until Cecilia, now a puppy, bit my leg. The shock made me drop the wand, which Carlos, now a wild boar, picked up in his mouth & snapped in two. I tried to piece the wand together—a difficult task when a zoo of your former colleagues is hooting & snorting at you.

I am now stuck with a broken wand and a melancholy attitude. I guess that's my queue to finally leave the zoologist wizarding world for good.