"Three Hundred and Fifty Years of Knowledge" by imogenweasley He was the Brain Tree. Strange as it may sound, the only mystery he had never been able to completely unveil had to do with himself. He knew nothing of his own origin. He knew how old he was and the date of his birthday with the help of complicated calculations, but the reason behind his existence and the source of his intelligence were unknown, even to him. Sometimes, when he racked his brain and tried to force the earliest memory he could remember...
Quiggles Don't Eat Cream "Oh, BigPigWig," Persepheus said. "Wumpy's dripped through a crack again! And he's so hard to spot since you painted him sketch!"
Spooky: Read It And Reap A bold lettered advertisement caught his attention, and upon a second reading of it, the glowing Korbat grinned broadly. "Hey, this job looks promising..."
Roomies 3: Part Five "Oh no, oh no, this is not good!" Jim muttered under his breath, pacing while the shimmering sun made its way higher into the sky. Faerieland was waking up now...
Casper and the 350 Avatar: Part Two Casper would normally have given her quite a lecture on so called 'wild' petpets and show her how a real star acted, but...