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CHAPTER SIX The Enchanted Amulet Clouds of chocolate-colored dust closed around us the next day like a throttling throw. “Off on another adventure, eh lad?” Cotton coughed, as he vaulted over a huge, tumbleweed. “And I don’t see a witch anywhere! This is exciting. Just you and me on a quest to discover the golden key.” “Yeah, I just hope we can find it. And the sooner the better. Hey this dust is killing me,” I choked. “I even have grit between my teeth.” “What’d you say? You’ve a pit beneath your wreath. Why?” I shouted. “Cotton get the dirt out your ears.” He leaned over and dump what seemed like a bucket full of sand out of each ears. “I even have grit between my teeth.” I repeated. He smiled and I saw a pebble wedge between …show more content…

Didn’t I?” I racked my brain, then finally said, “I remember you talking about all kinds of stuff, but you never mentioned them.” He shrugged. “Ah . . . Maybe not. I’m not as young as I used to be. And I guess I’m a little absent-minded at times.” “How old—” “Aiden, look out!” Cotton shouted. From behind me I heard, ”caw . . . caw . . . caw,” cries echoing across the sky. I ducked and watched hundreds of huge black birds fly over my head. “Where did they come from?” “Those are the witches watch dogs,” he explained. “They’re all over the place. They search the land and report back what they see.” “They’re creepy. Hey thanks, I owe you one.” Cotton nodded. “Let’s get out of here.” “But won’t they tell the witches where we are?” I asked him. “And . . . um, what if they send those spooky birds back to swarm around and peck at our heads . . . or something?” “Come on! We’re not going to let a bunch of dumb birds stop us. Let’s just do what we have to do and we’ll be fine,” he said, picking up his pace. “Now let me see. You wanted to know how old I am, right? I haven’t thought about that in a while.” He started counting his fingers. Then he whipped off his little clogs and counted his toes. “I’m around four hundred and fifty-three years old, give or take a hundred years.” “That’s old!” “I guess. Anyway, back to my story. The problem is though, I don’t really know where to begin. I suppose it’s best to start at the beginning. Correct?” he

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