37 - 9 - Glass

<Doesn't he know smoking is bad for him?>

Tinkletinkletinkletinkle!

The plate glass window was gone! I shook a few shards out of my shaggy brown fur and stepped up into the tobacconist's shop.

CRUNCH! Glass compacted beneath my feet. Whatever.

Tobias soared in after me, flared, pulled up, and dove for Assistant Principal Chapman.

"Tseeer!"