Fantasy fiction, Cowardice -- Fiction, Arthur, King -- Fiction, Courage - Fiction
"Elixir of Fortitude: One-part Eagle's Heart-Dried, one-part Lion's Breath-Distilled, one-part Essence of Steel, hm-m-m." His voice trailed off in a hum, then picked up again. "Simmer for one hour. Caution: MUST BE FINISHED BEFORE MIDNIGHT."
◆"Wilbur!" his mother called. "Better get up or you'll be late for work!"
◆Slowly but surely Wilbur Mook came out of his beautiful dream. And what a dream it was! He had Peter Bellows down and was busily punching his head. What a dream!
◆Then his mother's voice pulled him away from Pete Bellows and dragged him back to reality. Wilbur opened one eye and looked at the clock on his bedside table. Its hand said eight o'clock.
◆Wilbur flung off the covers and slid his bare feet into lamb's wool bedroom slippers. If he didn't hurry, Wilbur thought, he'd be late to work. At the thought of facing Pete Bellows' angry stare, Wilbur shuddered. It was all right to dream, but real life was quite another thing.
◆Quickly, he ran water into the washbowl and washed his hands and face. No time to shower or shave. Running his hand over his chin Wilbur found he didn't need a shave anyway. By skipping that operation, he could get to the office early.
That's where the story of Wilbur, which is going to be exposed to many terrible events, begins and interesting.
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