Penelope tried to keep herself sane sitting under the tree in Furietti’s area. However that in and of itself was a challenge with nothing to do but watch the not-really clouds float around above her. Occasionally she considered setting something on fire. At least then Furietti might think better about leaving her here unattended.
But that wasn’t really fair to the plant life.
She clicked her hoofed feet together, trying to work out a rhythm. It almost sounded like a tune in her mind. Maybe she could use this to pass the time.
The voice was loud, booming. She screamed and jumped up, ready to shoot fire at whoever interrupted her.
Bo skidded to a halt on the grass and screamed. He dove onto the ground and covered his head.
“Bo.” She snapped and lowered her arms. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.