Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

they weren’t simply bumping into one another, but
hitting and kicking. The errant clay man wasn’t
interested in fighting, however, and when he began to
totter away once more, Enoch snatched him up and
snapped off his legs.
“That’s what happens to deserters in my army!” he
cried, and tossed the crippled figure into the grass,
where it writhed grotesquely as the others fell upon it.
“Do you treat all your toys that way?”
“Why?” he said. “Do you feel sorry for them?”
“I don’t know. Should I?”
“No. They wouldn’t be alive at all if it wasn’t for me.”
I laughed, and Enoch scowled at me. “What’s so
funny?”
“You made a joke.”
“You are a bit thick, aren’t you?” he said. “Look
here.” He grabbed one of the soldiers and stripped off
its clothes. Then with both hands he cracked it down
the middle and removed from its sticky chest a tiny,
convulsing heart. The soldier instantly went limp.
Enoch held the heart between his thumb and
forefinger for me to see.
“It’s from a mouse,” he explained. “That’s what I can
do—take the life of one thing and give it to another,
either clay like this or something that used to be alive
but ain’t anymore.” He tucked the stilled heart into his
overalls. “Soon as I figger out how to train ’em up
proper, I’ll have a whole army like this. Only they’ll be
massive.” And he raised an arm up over his head to
show me just how massive.
“What can you do?” he said.
“Me? Nothing, really. I mean, nothing special like
you.”
“Pity,” he replied. “Are you going to come live with
us anyway?” He didn’t say it like he wanted me to,
exactly; he just seemed curious.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I hadn’t thought about it.” That