Cutting locks

“The zebra said, Open my cage, lord. Please. I’ll be fine after that.
Outside, Eddie and Maurice were still yelling at each other, but I knew they’d be coming inside to torment the animals again any minute. I grabbed Riptide and slashed the lock off the zebra’s cage.
The zebra burst out. It turned to me and bowed. Thank you, lord.”

“Maurice and Eddie ran after it, with a few policemen running after them, shouting, “Hey! You need a permit for that!”
“Now would be a good time to leave,” Annabeth said.
“The other animals first,” Grover said.
I cut the locks with my sword.”






TLT pg.388-389