True, all houses have their differences—carpet color, type of furniture, whether they’re made of straw or sticks or brick—but Gilio’s didn’t seem extraordinary. Of course, it was atop a mountain located in a dome of hardened water under an ocean and was only reachable via a space-bending puddle hidden inside a huge hollow tree. But there’s nothing like a kitchen with a space-saver microwave, an ice maker fridge, and a pedal-opening garbage pail to make you ignore the Octopus Garden just out the window and to the right. Dinner was a rather mundane affair, too. Chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, mixed vegetables, orange juice. It was very tasty, though. Flangelo didn’t have any chicken. When Owen asked him why, he huffed. “I’m a vegetarian, and I especially wouldn’t eat other birds . . . flightless or not.” Owen looked down at the wing in his hands, shrugged, and resumed eating. “Gilio, why aren’t you a vegetarian or a vegan or something?” Alysha asked. “Aren’t you friends with all the animals here?”
What do You think about The Octopus Effect (2010)?
