Astras rage

"He- hey, calm down" Fred managed. "I was jesting."

Astras' eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Since when do you have a sense of humor?" she asked.

"What are you talking about?" asked Fred "Why shouldn't I have a sense of humor?"

Astra looked him sternly into the eyes for a moment and then released her grip. Fred stumbled backwards in the soft sand of the beach and landed with a splash in the surf. Astra turned and walked away.

"Come on Alfred, Velus. We have work to do."

"But what about my shelf?" Fred shouted after her. "We should try and find out how it got here!"

"It's your shelf" Astra snarled. "You find out!"

Fred got up on is legs and brushed some sand from is wet clothes. Then he picked up the book that Astra had dropped in the sand when she grabbed Freds' collar.

Entry to mental diary: Astras' progress was apparently not as great as I had thought. However there are some good news too; I now have aunties book again and can find out where I went wrong.

1. He sits down to study the book
2. He decides to examine the shelf first

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