Chapter+5+I+Play+Pinochle+with+a+Horse

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Grover: “What will happen at the summer solstice?” Percy: **(managed to croak)** “what?” Grover: **(looking around and afraid someone would over hear)** “what’s going on? What was stolen? We’ve only got a few weeks!” Percy: **(mumbled)** “I’m sorry, I don’t….” Narrator: Somebody knocked on the door, and the girl quickly filled my mouth with pudding. The next time I woke up, the girl was gone. A husky blond dude, like a surfer, stood in the corner of the bedroom keeping watch over me. He had blue eyes--- at least a dozen of them--- on his cheeks, his forehead, and the backs of his hands. Familiar voice: “Careful” Grover: “You saved my life. I…. well, the least I could do… I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this.” Percy: “The Minotaur.” Grover: “Um, Percy isn’t a good idea“ Percy: “That’s what they call him in the Greek myths, isn’t it?” Grover: **(shifted uncomfortably)** Percy: “My mom is she really…” **(Looked down)** Grover: “I’m sorry, I’m a failure.” **(Sniffled)** I’m-- I’m the worst satyr in the world.” Percy: **(Stomped foot and mumbled)** “Oh, Styx!” Percy: “It wasn’t your fault” Grover: “Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect you” Percy: “Did my #|mother ask you to protect me?” Grover: No. But that’s #|my job. I’m a keeper. At least … I was.” Percy: But why…. **(felt dizzy, vision swimming)** Grover: “Don’t strain yourself, here” Percy: **(Hold the glass and the straw to my lips)** Grover: “Was it good?” Percy: **(nodded)** Grover: “What did it taste like?” Percy: **(sounded so wistful)** “Sorry, I should’ve let you taste.” Grover:” No! That’s not what I meant. I just…. wondered.” Percy: “Chocolate-chip cookies, my mom’s. Homemade.” **(Sighed)** Grover: “And how do you feel?” Percy: “Like I could throw Nancy Bobofit a hundred yards.” Grover: “That is good. I don’t think you could risk drinking any more of that stuff.” Percy: “What do you mean?” Grover: “Come on. Chiron and Mr. D are waiting.” Narrator: He wore a tiger-pattern __#|Hawaiian shirt__, and he would’ve fit right in at one of Gabe’s poker parties, except I got the feeling this guy could’ve out-gamble even my step-father. Grover: **(murmured)** “That’s Mr. D. He’s the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that’s Annabeth Chase. She’s just a camper, but she’s been here longer than just about anybody. And you already know Chiron…..” Percy: **( cried)** “ Mr. Brunner!” Narrator: The Latin teacher turned and smiled at me. His eyes had that mischievous glint they sometimes got in class when he pulled a pop quiz and made all the multiple choice answers B. Mr. Brunner: Ah, good, Percy. Now we have four for pinochle. Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don’t expect me to be glad to see you.” Percy: “Uh, thanks.” Mr. Brunner: “Annabeth?” This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. “Annabeth, my dear, why don’t you go check on Percy’s bunk?” We’ll be putting him in cabin eleven now.” Annabeth: “Sure, Chiron.” Written by: Shannon, Erin and Saray
 * (Took the empty glass from him gingerly and set on table) **