[Palamedes sighs and rolls his eyes. He’s tempted to refuse—but he had promised skeletons, technically. What’s more, he is, at heart, a show-off, and while skeletons might not be his speciality, they are pretty cool.
And so, with a weary shake of his head, he turns back to his desk and shuffles through a drawer until he pulls out what looks like an off-white knob of plaster. Then he turns back around to face the children, rolls the object in his hands, and tosses it into the air.
As it lands on the floor, it forms a skeleton—beginning from the feet and growing to the top of the skull. It’s a pretty cool trick, if he does say so himself.]
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And so, with a weary shake of his head, he turns back to his desk and shuffles through a drawer until he pulls out what looks like an off-white knob of plaster. Then he turns back around to face the children, rolls the object in his hands, and tosses it into the air.
As it lands on the floor, it forms a skeleton—beginning from the feet and growing to the top of the skull. It’s a pretty cool trick, if he does say so himself.]