Artemis Vs. pencil sharpener
I'm bored…I need something to do…..ah! I'll sharpen my pencil!!
I walked around my prey, stalking it with the ease of a practiced hunter. It stood stock still, a gaping hole in the middle of its red and black striped head. The shape of the sharpener is rectangular, the perfect casing for a small, automatic bomb. Maybe I should call Butler…. No, I am Artemis Fowl and we do not back down, ever! I carefully plug it in, hugging my Da Vinci Code I'd gotten for my last birthday (my 5th ) to my chest in protection from what could be an untimely end to a fruitful life. Nothing happens. Sighing a small sigh of relief, I walk to the back of the sharpener, placing my hand on the top, closing my eyes and feeling for vibrations as Butler taught me to check for timed bombs. Nothing….Wait!……no, nothing. I walk quickly to the front of the table. I shove my pencil in with my left hand, my other hand covering my head as I cower underneath the table.
"Artemis? Artemis!! What on earth are you doing?" ah, Butler.
"Nothing Butler. Everything is perfectly fine."
"But you are underneath the table like the pencil sharpener is about to blow up or something." He says. Well he does have a point….
"I'm fine" I say, standing up and brushing off my suit. (yes, they do make suits for 5 year olds) Butler turns to go, and I change my mind quickly about something.
"Butler, wait!" he turns back to me, with a queer look.
"Is there a bomb in my pencil sharpener?" I ask, breathless for the reply. My pencil spins in the sharpener, creating a horrible grating noise. I gingerly pull it out, then hurry away from it and behind Butler.
"No, why?"
"Why do you want to know?" I challenge. He looks at me and gently pushed me out of the way.
I'm bored again……