By Timothy Lantz

“Oh look Rafferty,” cried Pollyanna. “Isn’t it wondrous?”

Rafferty cocked his head and looked at the device. He was a crow and such constructs were beyond him, though he was sure it was best to avoid any machine. “Looks dangerous.”

“Oh nonsense, you silly bird. Why I’m sure it’s positively safe. The professor would never keep anything dangerous in this old basement.”

“Dungeon.”

Pollyanna frowned. “Well that’s a fine thing to say. I’m sure the professor is simply too busy. Why that’s it entirely. I mean, the place is a little damp, but with a good spring cleaning, this old room could be very cozy.”

The bird said nothing.

“Come now, don’t be like that. I’m just saying is all.” She reached out a hand and patted Rafferty on the head. “There, there, I don’t want to be snappish.”

Rafferty cooed.

“Now, what do you suppose this does?”

Rafferty hopped forward and examined the contraption. He spied all manner of ropes, springs, gears, pulleys, and one very large steel blade.

“Oh look,” said Pollyanna. “I think I found a lever.”

“Wait!” Squawked Rafferty.

“Why I’m sure we’ll see something fantastic...”