Status Updates From Fly Trap

Mosca wondered if she was the only person who remembered that Paragon was a person in his own right, regardless of whether he was lucky or not, and right now possibly a frightened and ill-treated person. Then again, given that he had lived under lock and key for nearly all his life, perhaps his existence actually had been improved by being kidnapped. It would certainly have made it less monotonous.

The man horse was running up and down the alley at a stoop, scanning every gutter, its lean body quivering with agitation. The sheep skull was also stumbling about the lane, no longer capering, twisting this way and that in search. The radish was nowhere to be seen.
And then the arctic silence of that realization was broken by a clear, crisp sound.
Clatter-clack. Clatter-clack. Clatter-clatter-clack.

quite possibly the funniest scene of all time. why were there FOUR. how did I not mention this in any of my previous status updates

"Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance—like a thrown trifle."

the bonnet,, like ok just say you want me dead

Every time I'm like, well THAT has to be a fake fantasy word and I look it up and it just turns out to be British. The latest offender: "taradiddle."

"Mistress Bessel settled herself in a hearthside chair, which received her with a creak. For a few moments she stared pensively at Mosca, her eyes widening and narrowing as if to allow in thoughts of different sizes."

"There is no way of measuring time that is filled with nothing but darkness, and knocks, and cold, and the rain’s unending drum roll."