The BeagleSword was exponential
and the rabbit hole, a dream.

Did you notice the rhythmic meter and
alliteration of that one passage Wizzo wrote?

“I continue to believe in exponential little bits: 
the relentless march of a colony of ants,
the mathematical magic of compound interest,
the ability of rain to erode a rock.

I told Wizzo he should do more of that.

He told me to put on some wings and
sit on top of a Christmas tree.

Wizzo hates to be interrupted
when he’s writing.

A
roo.
It’s a
pretty
good view.
I can see
Wizard Academy
from here.
Indy

Hey, Look! 
The wisards on their way to Bethlehem
ran into a little drummer boy.
Pa-Rum-pumpum-Pum.