“I’m not sure why you are angry, all I did was organize that mess.”
“That mess, was already organized—perfectly organized by the authors last name.”
“That makes no sense! You organize bookshelves in alphabetical order by the title.”
The man put his hand onto his face, “Why do you think that is a good idea?”
“That’s how I was taught! This is the way my people have done so for generations! That is how your grandfather organized these books!”
“This is going to take some getting used to.”
Charles’s grandfather had just passed away and he had inherited the estate, a small manner house far out in the country. There was quite a bit of land attached and a quaint little forest. What Charles hadn’t realized is that there were brownies on the property.