Amy was teasing Ugly Duckling with a strip of cloth. She turned to look at Mag, confused. "Skip school?"
Mag nodded. "Yes. You're not going to school today. Let's go out hunting a chicken!" He didn't want to die again; 99% chance of survival wasn't good enough for him. He wouldn't take any chances. If he died, Amy would be left alone.
Amy's face lit up. "We can eat chicken tonight?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go, Father!" She jumped off the chair.
"Hold your horses. I have to write two excuse letters first—one for Krassu, and one for the customers." He took out pen and paper and started writing.
He told Krassu that Amy had got sick.
"Can Ugly Duckling go with us?" Amy asked. The kitten looked at him with pitiful eyes.
"Will taking the cat lower my chance of survival?" Mag asked in his head.
"It will increase it," answered the system.
Mag smiled at Amy. "Yes, why not?" But what can it do? he wondered.
