I was flat broke, not gonna lie, but summoning chalk’s cheap…all the items were. A banana, a pair of worn trainers, an object precious to the summoner…
I patted Mister Bearsly as I laid him in the summoning triangle.
Do me proud, buddy…just one last time.
Things went well, at first. In fact, things went fantastically for about fifteen minutes, but by the third cartwheel…I slipped. I smudged chalk here, there, Bearsly fell from his perch…
“I am Satan, King of Demons. Why hath you summoned me, mortal?”
“Do you…know anything about tailoring?”