The BeagleSword didn’t want to alert you to the fact
that misdirection was about to slap your cheek.
And the rabbit hole was barely a dimple in the earth.

Do you remember last week when
I wondered if I would remember to bring you another
strange and wonderful tidbit from the magical office of the
Vice Chancellor of Wizard Academy? Well, evidently I remembered
because this is what Brother Whittington gave me to give you:

“Hey, let’s put tree rings on a record player and see what it sounds like.”

YEARS from Bartholomäus Traubeck