Novel Horrors Day Thirteen

The human's writing speed is increasing, which doesn't seem to bode well at all. She is almost at the halfway point, and is crowing terribly about being way ahead of schedule. So alarming. I just know she'll start work on a second horrible novel for the bunnies and probably more writing than I want to consider for the bears as well. And, in even worse news, she's attending a meeting of accomplices tomorrow. Should you live in the state of Kentucky, I suggest you flee at once. Betsy Bear will be traveling with her.