The thought of creating an urban legend and becoming the protagonist in horror stories that could terrify children into stopping crying was irresistible. Wayne couldn’t contain his excitement. He was eager to organize a grand parade of skeletons.0

If anyone had offered even a word of advice, he would’ve given up on the unwise idea. Unfortunately, there was no one around to do that—Veryl wasn’t here.0

Wayne only had his boot-licking dog and horse with him, and the two encouraged his worst behavior together. As soon as they heard that he wanted to stir trouble, they perked up, one tail wagging and the other tail swishing.0

Do suggested taking George Street—10 George Street was the Prime Minister’s office, located in the Central District of Londan. A parade there would cause a sensation and make tomorrow morning’s front-page headlines. Julia agreed.0

That, however, cooled Wayne’s enthusiasm. He was aiming to become an urban legend, the kind of vague story that made one question what part of it was true. He would have to be crazy to...0