Karl looked around and felt his stomach twist in frustration.
He could see it clearly..many of the villagers were starting to feel pity for Lucien. That soft, tearful face… the shaking voice… the robe dramatically flapping in the wind. Even some of the toughest old ghosts were beginning to murmur things like, "Poor boy," and "Maybe Karl misunderstood."
Karl's jaw clenched. He felt Milo shift beside him, clearly annoyed too.
So Karl made a decision.
If Lucien wanted drama, Karl would give him a better one.
He suddenly threw his head back and let out a loud, echoing cry.
"Woooooooooooooo!"
The sound was so loud and unexpected that Lucien stopped mid-sob and looked at him in shock. His tear-streaming eyes blinked rapidly, confused.
Milo blinked too, but then calmly reached out and patted Karl's back as if comforting a devastated ghost.
"Wooooooo!" Karl cried louder, holding the side of his robe like it was tearing his soul apart. "I know you three are poooooooor!"
