There is No Dripping in the Library

Bookcases receded to the horizon in all directions. They stood dripping in the library.

_drip, drip, drip_

Their neon swimsuits made them stand out in the dim lighting. Dark spots spread on the plush red carpeting as they stood dripping in the library.

_drip, drip, drip_

The temperature seemed to drop. Goosebumps crawled along the pair's exposed flesh. Their hackles rose and their ears popped. The lights flickered as they stood dripping in the library.

_drip, drip, drip_

A shadow appeared in the corridor, seeming to stretch across a vast distance. The girls stood petrified as its length shortened. A pinched face filled their vision. It wore horn rimmed glasses and had its iron grey hair in a bun. "Shh! There is no dripping in the library!"

The girls gulped.

The Librarian looked pointedly at the Guardian. "And you, Inkstain, you know better!" "Inkstain? Your name's Inkstain?" "No, it isn't, Treefrog!" "And all this time I've been calling you Guardian!"

"SILENCE!" the librarian roared in a whisper.