"Krin, concentrate," he said. It must have been the fiftieth time he had said that.
I was concentrating. I was concentrating so hard my eyes hurt and my head felt like someone was squeezing it all the way around. If I concentrated any more I would explode like a dead and bloated sheep on a hot day. The thought distracted me for a bit, remembering the day... No. I had a job to do. I looked at Pathak.
Today I discovered that kitten fairies are not immune to catnip. Er, yeah. It was an interesting writing day.