Thaumaturge Aldus of the Sun

Thaumaturge was done.

This is the end. He wasn't going to take anymore of this infuriating behaviour from his familiar, Sandy, a rat.

It was the 12,843th time she's eaten his dinner. Well, just the good parts of his dinner. Leaving the crusts of the bread, and the stems of the broccoli, and the skin of the chicken leg left for him. How considerate of her.

Sandy looked up innocently.

Thaumaturge stared hard at her.

And then suddenly, POOF.

Sandy disappeared!

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