Musing on the idea of setting someone on fire doesn’t mean you really want to set them on fire, it’s just the thought of it that makes you happy. But only for a second—then you feel bad. But that second can be a lot of fun!
At this very moment in the town of Couer d’Couers, young Ned was nine years, twenty-seven weeks, six days and three minutes old. His dog, Digby was three years, two weeks, six days, five hours, and nine minutes old… and not a minute older.