I dutifully wrote a "[color:"yellow"]2[/color]" and an "[color:"pink"]X[/color]" in the appropriate place in my invisible imaginary book. "I'm gonna need a new pen. This one smudges, and the red one is fading out." I muttered.
That's when I heard the noises. My ears perked up (and the right one complained that perking hurts around the scorch marks) and listen to the distant scrabbling of tiny claws against rock and muck. Little squeeking voices accompanied them.
I complained, "Rats!"
