but he was the bully again ... back in full force . he was n't dead yet , technically , though the blood pumping from his slit throat into a pool on the stone floor was beginning to slow . saying trees and plants and animals are magic . `` good morning , icing on the cake bakery . mumbling broke out across the classroom . my sisters and i had been furious . she yawned , wondering if there was any chance of falling asleep again . `` are you managing to keep that son of mine in order ? '' 