Didn't post in forever- sorry- no excuse!
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Pyknic
"We rescued her from Phineas," Percy said. Ella squawked and hid behind Tyson, shaking like a leaf in the fall, or a turkey on Thanksgiving, at the sound of her old captor's name.
"Shh, Ella, shh." Tyson said, turning around and kneeling so he was a bit less tall than her. "It's okay. Phineas isn't here. Phineas will never be here. Tyson will never let Phineas hurt Ella ever again- or anybody else. Phineas is short and fat- he will not hurt Ella."
Ella giggled nervously.
"Phineas short and fat. Phineas pyknic."
"Exactly," Tyson –who had learned to go with the harpy's words- said. "And pyknic people do not hurt Ella. Nobody hurts Ella."
