Pipty, Popty, Bo, and Blop all plopped onto the harden Earth, their ears perking for the Sunday special after all the labour. They look upon the human library imagining which book will be read today.

Lou looked upon his readers, quickly swiping through his books thinking what story to draw on. His lips slowly curved into his crescent smile as he picked an entrapping tale, that he knew had the power to have his readers hanging on a thin thread.

He slowly breathed life into his words. Images swirling as his readers reached out and touched them, all lost to time and space. They slowly tipped forward, nearing the brink of no return.

Amazement in their eyes as sat they quietly, impatiently, waiting for the decision but silence ensued.