There was a rustle in the Faustus bushes.
“Go on,” said Giglosh, “Your pet rock was the one who threw it in there, so you have to go get it!”
“Stupid necklace! Stupid necklace!” Tiam’s pet rock sang. “It looks like a turd with whiskers!”
“It’s not stupid and it’s not a turd! How many magical pendants do you have?” Giglosh shot back, “And it’s not right to throw other people’s things into bushes, especially Faustus bushes, you little pest.”
“Giglosh is right,” Tiam said, trying to avoid a fight. “Why don’t you apologize—” But the rock retracted it’s limbs and facial features before plopping on the ground, like a lifeless pebble indistinguishable from the rest. “You can’t always do that when you’re in trouble!”
“My necklace! Go!” said Giglosh, pushing Tiam toward the bushes. “My grandmum gave that to me!”
Tiam could see the pendant winking light near the bush’s trunk, but when he reached his hand close to the leaves, the Faustus bushes trumpeted a twisted song that hurt his ears. Its branches thickened to blood-red arms and gripped over his elbow, pulling him in. Finally, his fingers found the pendant and jerked out of the bush as fast as possible. The bush relaxed back into its quiet, manicured beauty and Tiam dropped the necklace into Giglosh’s hand.
“Disgusting things aren’t they, T?”
“I still remember the first time I came here and you pushed me into one.”
“Oh, we were just children then. It seems funny now.”
“It was a month ago.”
“Yeah, but I had my tenth birthday. Double digits, that is. And either way, it’s still funny.”