A Little Slower, Sweetheart. Cape Cod Is

I Guess It Started In London, The Night Our Dad Blew Up The British Museum.

You Began Your Journey Here As A Pup. Now You Must Find Your Way Back. A New Quest, A New Start.

His Lion And Hippo Legs Twitched. I Wondered If Netherworld Monsters Dreamed Of Chasing Rabbits.

There Was Tyson Moving Into The Poseidon Cabin, Giggling To Himself Every Fifteen Seconds And Saying, "percy Is My Brother?" Like He'd Just Won The Lottery. Aw, Tyson," I'd Say. "it's Not That Simple.

Her Freckles Were Orange, As If Somebody Had Spray-painted Her Face With Liquid Cheetos.