I'm not talking about obviously stupid things like walking out in front of a moving semi truck, but things like "Don't stay up late on a school night," "Don't go swimming right after eating," and most of all, "Don't try to get your elderly horse back from the weirdo being who stole him from you." I'm not an idiot, however. "If Sir Edward was scared by Mr. Laufeyiarson—assuming he was the one who stole Tesla, and it's not likely he is a coincidence—then that meant Mr. Laufeyiarson isn't what he appeared. Then again, who is around here?" Soren nodded. We were perched on a fallen tree, watching Bruno graze by the light of the afternoon sun. I had a few painful minutes when I had a little pity party about Tesla not being there, but one thing I've learned—crying about something seldom makes it change. Therefore, it was up to me to find Tesla, and get him back. "That's true." Soren chewed one of the curried chicken sandwiches I'd made for us both, picking out the bits of celery, which he didn't like.
