Evan screamed and smacked the ferret off his head and onto the floor. He grabbed a tennis racket from the corner of the room and tried to chase the rodent into the bathroom. It was too quick and scampered out of his bedroom. He ran toward the living room only to be stopped by a roll of old-timey paper - parchment - floating in mid-air. It whacked him on his nose, and it unfurled. It was blank at first, and then handwriting flowed across the page like magic. 