Grover stood framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he wasn't... he wasn't exactly Grover.
Because Grover didn't have his pants on—and where his legs should be ... where his legs should be ...
Grover ran for the Camaro—but he wasn't running, exactly. He was trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters, and suddenly his story about a muscular disorder in his legs made sense to me. I understood how he could run so fast and still limp when he walked.
Because where his feet should be, there were no feet. There were cloven hooves.
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PJO Funnies - The Lightning Thief
HumorThis book will be about those funny, hilariously funny and even slightly funny moments you all forgot about. Some of them might not even be funny but they will be memorable.
