4 IT’S NOT YOU. IT’S ME

CHAPTER FOUR IT'S NOT YOU. IT'S ME. Franny paced back and forth. She had a long list of things she wanted to work on, but she kept thinking about Igor. First she'd get angry with herself, and then she'd come up with some silly solution, and then she'd get angry again, and then she'd start to worry about her projects.

"How could one little experiment cause all this trouble?" she asked, pulling on her pigtails. "I've created much bigger problems than this before!" she shouted. "And none of them made me feel this way." "Wait a second," Franny said, a thin grin crawling across her face. "The problem here isn't what I did. The problem is how I feel about it. I can't work when I'm in one of these moods." She looked over at her Mixer-Upper Machine. "A little adjustment here and there, and I should be able to unmix anything."

The platypus hid under a table. "I'm not unmixing you," Franny said, and a bolt of lightning cracked outside. "I'm unmixing me."

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