NEW AGE ABRAXAS 2:23-30

He was late again! This was the second time, but it bothered him. He tried not to let it ruffle his feathers, but he growled under his breath as he moved to sit by Pest and Cal. The spikes that grew around his neck were so itchy when they were growing, and every few steps Plague had to stop and scratch his neck until the itching subsided for a bit. It was taxing on him, and it cost him his place as first to the second sermon. "I will be so happy when these stop itching. Maybe I should talk to Aunt Luce about it..." He wondered aloud as he settled into place. If anyone seconded the idea, he would go. It may not be a medical emergency, but it was awfully bothersome for him, probably more than not being first.