“So these morsels were really given to buy you carnivores? » asked Gilbert. He loved watching Discovery Channel too much. Trunk and Orson laughed at the same time again. Through his sniggers, he made an effort to speak. “I was transformed into a giant chocolate clown on Halloween. It was my costume. I was very young. My older brothers had never seen me in a trance and thought I was a real giant chocolate clown. » Orson sighed but continued. “The funny thing so far is that my brothers didn’t care once they found out it was me.” “Very yuck,” Gilbert commented. “Have you ever eaten a bug?” » asked Orson with great curiosity. “Or a desire for your finger?” You've seen children eat their own dried nasal mucus. » “Yes, boogers,” replied Gilbert, grimacing. "Well, a lot of people consider it worse," Trunk added. "Double yuck," Gilbert squirmed, unhappy with the subject presented. “So you don’t think Parrot eating cooked poultry is carnivorous?” Trunk raised an eyebrow. “Well, yes, we eat animals too.” Gilbert wondered why Trunk had specifically mentioned a parrot. “Well, if it tastes like chocolate, it must be chocolate, right?” » suggested Orson. "And why do Trunk and Pan's workers find this so funny?" Gilbert guessed he was too young to understand the meaning, but he insisted on knowing more. Then he remembered Orson's clownish vision of the past. Gilbert's face lit up with tears of amusement when he saw the projected image Orson had created of a giant clown, and finally, what everyone was laughing at. Orson's brothers turned into giant chocolate bars. The more the image grew in front of Gilbert, the more his stomach hurt from laughing so hard. Two gian...... middle of paper ...... Number five again. Nor the pungent smell of his father after he had snuck outside to smoke a cigar, knowing it was bad for him. Asher's sharp comments would also be welcome. How could he forget Asher, what happened to him? He thinks. “Halloo, chicken, halloo,” Asher sneered from a limb just out of reach. “I can smell you from here.” The words sounded like Asher, without imitating anyone. Gilbert jumped off the carpet. Delighted. He ignored the environment Trunk used to hide the new young wizards and apparently train them for their own protection. The strangeness of the place registered slightly in Gilbert's mind. He slipped into the shelter's courtyard and there was Asher, one left leg outstretched, eager to take his best friend's arm. Hopping from the perch, he brought his arm up to Gilbert's shoulder to nuzzle against his chin. “Nice to see you, my friend, Asher..”