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Ojo looked at Unc Nunkie, Pipt, and Margolotte as stone statues. Ojo hugged the statue of Unc Nunkie, crying. Scraps stood behind Ojo, confused on what happened. Bungle walked to Scraps and sat at Scraps feet.
"Poor boy" Bungle said with a hint of sympathy.
Scraps tilted her head and thought of something. She went to the bookshelf and started grabbing books off of it. Ojo pulled away from the statue of Unc Nunkie and wiped his tears as he watched Scraps. Scraps grabbed too many books and fell down.
"What are you doing?" Ojo asked.
"Maybe there's something in these to help the person you were hugging" Scraps said.
Ojo's eyes filled with hope and he started searching the books to look for something. Scraps was still curious about everything.
"Why was I made?"
"Margolotte wanted a servant"
"Which one is that?"
"The one in the dress"
"I don't feel like a servant"
"Good"
Ojo soon yawned as it got late. He sat in front of his Unc Nunkie's statue self. Scraps was sitting on his left side and Bungle on the right. Bungle was already asleep. Ojo kept reading till he rested his head on Scraps shoulder. Ojo fell asleep and Scraps stayed still, "dying" on the inside of energy and questions. When Ojo woke up a few hours later, Scraps started to ask more questions.
"What are you?"
"A munchkin"
"What is a munchkin?"
"A person"
"What am I?"
"A patchwork girl and please help me find a spell to bring back Unc Nunkie"
Scraps picked up a book and started looking through it.
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Scraps pointed out a picture of a spell that might help. Ojo looked at it and wrote down the stuff; 6 leaf clover, a pint of water from a dark well, and a wing of a yellow butterfly.
Bungle found a basket and grabbed the handle with her mouth. She sat it next to Ojo and he picked it up. Bungle jumped on a shelf where she knew the never ending bread and cheese were. Scraps grabbed the bread and cheese since she was taller and placed the stuff in the basket. Ojo folded up the paper he wrote the needed things on.
As they were about to leave the house, Ojo hugged what was Unc Nunkie. Ojo shed some more tears.
"What's the water coming from your eyes?"
Ojo dried him tears to the best of his ability.
"Do you see how sad the poor boy is? He's crying" Bungle said.
"Sorry for asking"
"Let's go, the sooner we get the stuff, the sooner we'll get this done and over with" Ojo sadly said.
Ojo headed to the door with Bungle and Scraps behind him, ready to start the adventure of bringing his Uncle back.