“Okay, this is just not working out,” says Sally, the older of the Beverly girls.
Timnur the faun panics, “No! You can’t leave! You haven’t defeated the Evil-Allegory-Witch yet, or the Heathen-Allegory-Heathens!”
“We’re sorry, Timnur,” Paul, the oldest, says, “but Smarnia just isn’t all that much fun. Sure, you might be trying to instill us with religious values, but this place just feels like a pale imitation of secular fantasy worlds.”
The Beverly children leave.
Deity-Allegory-Lion stops them, “Sorry. So sorry, children. You can’t leave.”
“Why not?” asks Edwin.
“You’re all dead,” Deity-Allegory-Lion says, “Quite a bit of tough luck, chaps.”
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