...charlie began to sag, his eyes wearily drooping and his posture deteariating. "Charlie? Charlie!" I howled as loud as I could. But before Ronald could catch us, Charlie regained his health. "What went wrong?" I stuttered. Charlie just shook his head, "Nothing went wrong, it went better! Look at my fantastico udder!" He said, galloping at a light as Ronald trailed slowly and farther away, riding his....










