In which Penelope celebrates the birthday of the Grand Inquisitor with a gift to herself.
Okay, no one knows when his birthday was, so I decided it was today.
In which Penelope celebrates the birthday of the Grand Inquisitor with a gift to herself.
Okay, no one knows when his birthday was, so I decided it was today.
In which young Penelope demonstrates that sometimes the only suitable course of action is to add injury to insult.
In which young Penelope learns to her dismay that if one looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then one probably is a duck.