“What time will it be happening again?” Mabel asked for the umpteenth time that day.
“In the morning,” Dipper answered. “I forget the exact time, but it’ll definitely be in the morning.
They were walking back to the Shack, though a more accurate description for Mabel would be “flailing”. Having successfully purchased a set of eclipse glasses from the library, she was now testing them out as they returned. His sister could be a bit clumsy at times, but she’d tripped over random sticks and stones 11 times now. Dipper was starting to get concerned about the fragile cardboard device being damaged during such a fall.
“Waaaaah!” she cried out as the count became an even dozen.
Eclipse
Published
non-suspicious 