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twelve,” the boy cried. “You make it sound like I am going to a ball at midnight,” the boy sobbed. “You’re horrible.”
    “Believe me, I hate my job,” Ladle mused. “But you’re horrible, too. You know that?” she stood on her toes, pointing a finger up the boy’s nose. He was taller than her.
    “Why? What did I do?” he felt wicked that Death was almost sticking its forefinger up his nose.
    “Why?” Ladle sneered. “It’s your last day in your life and can’t even have fun? Are you going to spend the next hours whining that you’re going to die? Isn’t there anything you always wanted to do? This would be the right time to do it.”
    The boy seemed taken by her words. He slumped back, sitting on a log in the forest.
    Ladle had been trying her best to stay strong with those she had to kill everyday. She was new to the job, and it had been really hard. Each time she was sent to kill someone who wasn’t a witch, a goblin, or some nasty creature, she felt confused. Humans had millions of excuses why they didn’t have to die when their time came. Ladle had a soft spot for them, and always considered sparing them, but she couldn’t because that would have been irresponsible. She inherited a job, a destiny, and she had to be strong enough to do it well.
    Unlike the others, this boy didn’t ask for a day or two to accomplish something he’d always wanted to, nor did he claim he deserved to live another day. He simply wanted to live for years and years to come, and couldn’t live with the idea that he was going to die tonight. It broke Ladle’s heart, and she didn’t know what to do. She’d even consulted with her squirrels and scruffy cat, but to her surprise they didn’t sympathize with him. They loved her and wanted her to be a good girl and kill those she was ordered to.
    “Look,” she said. “If it was for me, I’d kill you soon enough because I should meet Wolfy before midnight. My mom doesn’t like me hanging out with him so I only have a small gap of time between ten and twelve, but the Tree of Life does allow me to keep you alive until the clock strikes midnight.”
    “Wolfy? Tree? What’s all that nonsense?” The boy kept crying. “And you have a mother? I’m starting to suspect you’re not really Death, but a loon.”
    “Take it easy, pretty boy. I am Death. You can’t escape me. And again, stop whining. I might have a good idea for you.”
    “What do you have in mind?”
    “I will take you to Wolfy’s inn, the Belly and the Beast. How about you meet up with some of my friends, and have some fun on the night you die.”
    “Your friends? Who are those? Tormentor, the  Hangman, and the caretaker?” He mocked her as he stopped crying.
    “If I were you, I wouldn’t make fun of me. Let alone those respectful people you have just mentioned. They are doing an important job.”
    Ladle pulled the boy from his hand, shook a tree until a cocoanut fell from it, and gave it to the boy. Then she walked him to the Belly and the Beast...
    The first set of Wolfy’s friends arriving to the Belly and the Beast was Peter Pan and Wendy. Wolfy raised an eyebrow when he saw beauty wearing a dress that wasn’t stained with blood. That was the usual for Wendy: bloody teeth, mayhem, and all the trouble in the world. Today, she seemed more of a regular girl, engaging Peter as he hi-fived Wolfy once he saw him. Well, they didn’t call it hi-fiving yet in 1812.
    “So what’s happening?” Wolfy had to ask. “Wendy, why are you looking so girlish today?”
    “Behave yourself, Wolfy!” Wendy snarled at him, showing her fangs. Wolfy snarled back with furry hair and fangs. Thank God the bar was still empty or they would have exposed their identities. It had never been a good idea to have Wendy and Wolfy in the same place.
    “Easy with the fangs, mammals!” Peter said, pouring himself a Strawberry drink.
    “She started it,” Wolfy said as his face returned to normal.
    Wendy laughed,