I grabbed it off the collar, and took a sneak read. It read;
"Dear Kyle Pearl Smith-"
Whoa. My name in a letter? I never get letters. Miss never lets me; if she finds a letter addressed to me, she instantly rips it up and throws it into the incinerator. She hates me. But, if she hates me, why doesn't she just look at the letters of adoption and pick the worst parents? I stop wondering about that and read the rest of the letter;
"Dear Kyle Pearl Smith,
You must save me! You have been chosen to retrieve me from my pedestal in the 'Mandatory Museum Of Mythology'. Transport has been arranged. Hop on so called 'Biscuit' and he will take you to me.
Save Me,
The Fate Of The Kingdom"
Hop on Biscuit? But he's too......small.
