Gertie and Bridget go shopping

“Bridget? Are you home?” The door opened, interrupting Gertie’s pounding, but instead of her sister it was her roommate Patricia who answered, looking mad enough to call the residential advisor. “She’s out,” she said, her words clipped. “Sorry.” Gertie backed away. “Gertie?” Gertie turned to see Bridget at the other end of the hall. Ziggy, their ghost dog, barked and ran from her heels to Gertie. “Ziggy!” Gertie cried, grinning as the dog whooshed up to her face and lapped at her chin. Her baseball cap, firmly on her head and supporting the Wespire Leopards, was enchanted and allowed her to see the ghost of their dead dog. Being licked by a ghost was a cold and unpleasant sensation, but it made Ziggy so happy and it was comforting to have the same relationship in death as they had in life. “Gertie, what are you doing here?” Bridget asked. “Demetrius has a new hat and I want to take a look!” Gertie passed her phone to Bridget and patted Ziggy as best she could until he calmed down. A green tex…

Gertie and Bridget stop for a bite

“Starlights.” “Bottomless Pit.” “Starlights.” “Bottomless Pit!” “Starlights!” “Just stop it!” Bridget shouted to the back of the minivan, where Peter and Faye Nessing had been arguing. “Why would I go to a place that advertises endless greasy food?” Faye asked, quoting the billboards they had been seeing since they entered the state of Perria. “Why would we go to a chain we can go to any time?” Peter countered. “Bottomless Pit is a chain!” “But only in Perria!” “Shut up!” Gertie yelled. There was a blissful moment of silence. “I think the real question is why any of us would choose to willingly ingest salad,” Ernest mumbled. Faye scowled. “If I have to sit in a restaurant with the smell of chicken and beef, I’m going to throw up.” “We both know that’s not true,” Peter said, rolling his eyes. “Okay, look,” Vivien pointed at a road sign. “This exit has a gas station, a Starlights, a Bottomless Pit, and a Burger Palace for good measure. We’re stopping and we’ll split up for lunch.” Vivien directed the …

Gertie and Bridget sleep under the stars

“Why?” Faye shouted at the form of her sleeping, ostrich-shaped brother. He let out what was approximately a snore, and continued his rest. Cobs of corn, stripped of their kernels by his beak, lay around him. The group of travellers had been stopping periodically during their drive through masses of cornfields, either for refueling, stretching, or fresh produce at farm stands. Each time, it turned out Charlie the ostrich had picked out ripe cobs to munch on. At the end of the day, they had stopped in the middle of the endless stretch of corn stalks on the side of the road to take pictures of the setting sun and the stars dotting the sky. With light pollution, they just didn’t see views like this back home. But Charlie, unable to use a camera without hands, sat down, ate some more, and, completely stuffed, fell into an unwakeable sleep in the little picturesque clearing. “He always did sleep through anything,” Faye grumbled, folding her knees and wrapping her arms around them as she sat o…

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Gertie and Bridget do not get mauled by a gorilla

A huge brown gorilla stared down at Gertie, Bridget, and their friends, snorting wildly. There was nowhere they could go; the mammal blocked the path between the exhibits, and if they tried to turn and run it would surely catch them. Someone was releasing all the animals in the Norvester zoo, but of course it was just their luck that they ran into something dangerous instead of a tortoise or flamingo or something. “Don’t make eye contact,” Faye insisted, pulling her older brother Peter down by his shirt collar. “We don’t want to make her angry.” Everyone jerked their heads down; Charlie’s ostrich neck bent in a U like a shower head, and Gertie took notice of the fake animal footprints in the concrete. “Can’t you talk to it?” Bridget whispered. “You talk to animals all the time!” “Ones I have the enchantment for!” Faye shot back. “I don’t…” she looked over her rings and bracelets and necklaces, and paused. “Okay, I’m going to hope that my monkey charm works, and if it doesn’t, we all need t…