The little skeleton wished for a reconciliation. Alas, it did not even know where to start.
To begin with, the word 'apologize' did not even exist in its dictionary and the feeling of remorse was too complex for it to possess. It simply knew that it no longer wanted to be at odds with the black cat. It wanted to return to their usual routine of sitting together under the moonlight, watching the players fight against each other while occasionally munching on a snack or two…
How good would that be if such days could continue indefinitely?
But–But what was it supposed to do?
Right, hadn't the black cat asked it to consider a few questions? They were too complicated for its empty skull to comprehend so it had opted to forgo them altogether, but this seemed like a great point to start.
Therefore, the little skeleton pondered day and night, frantically racking its nonexistent brain before it came up with a set of answers which it considered passable.
Then came the next problem—
