Reuben’s Trabel Journal – Entry #11 (part one)

Location: Outside Château Fromage
Date: Time for next adbenture

Dear Journal,

Dinner in the great hall was magnifique!  There were chandeliers, endless courses, and a tiny harpist who played “La Vie en Fromage” while we sipped sparkling juice from golden thimbles. But all good feasts must come to an end, and after many hugs and a group photo wiff Ronald, it was time to go.

On the way out, we passed the catapult—the berry same one Ronald had (accidentally) launched a boulder from earlier. I gabe it a respectful nod and kept walking, but Dougie? Dougie got that look.

Before I could say, “No, Dougie,” he was already climbing up and yelling, “C’est l’heure du VOL!” (“It’s flying time!”)

He nestled into the launch scoop and gabe me a wink. I hesitated. I really did. But then I pulled the leber…