Holly dragged the last suitcase into the car, and closed the trunk. She sat back, letting her Hummingbirds take her weight.
She turned her attention to the car itself. It was expensive, no doubt about that. Why did Mud Men waste so much money on something that would only pollute the atmosphere? All these filthy forms of transportation, and they blamed it on the livestock industry. The livestock industry! Were they so stupid that they blamed global disaster on cow farts?
Angeline climbed into the Pollution Machine, where Artemis Senior was waiting.
“Good- Bye!” Mrs. Fowl called as Mr. Fowl drove away, appalled by his wife’s need for last minute goodbyes.
Artemis observed the smoke trailing behind the family car. Butler was driving it, so that someone would bring it back. “Do you think we need a better, greener car?” he asked, only half joking.
Holly frowned. “I was just thinking the same thing. Why don’t Mud Men just crack down and…” She realized how furious she was with the human race.
Of course, Beckett had to ask: “What’s a Mud Man?” When Holly didn’t respond right away, he added: “They sound really ugly. I’ll bet the’re really gross and dirty, too.” While Beckett brainstormed ‘Mud Men’, Holly made a quick mental note not to use fairie terms around the twins.
For a moment, Holly closed her eyes.She instantly wished she hadn’t, because that’s when she heard the gunshot.