“First, it’s a planner, not a calender.  It’s meant to be written in.  Secondly, if it were this carefully crafted, I wouldn’t write in it at all.  I would hang this calender on the wall from this little hole, and look at it.”  Twilight let out a shaking breath.  “Perhaps they—or that creature—have no respect for books.  It. Is. Not. Allowed. In. My. Library.”  She shook her head.  “How come it starts off on the first day of the first month, but then it gets irregular?  This month has thirty-one days, then twenty-nine, then thirty-one again, then thirty . . . divided into seven-day sections . . .  can’t these creatures even keep track of weeks and months properly?  They’re not smart enough to figure out how to count to twelve, they have irregular months.  If it weren’t for the quality of their printing, I’d think they lived in caves or something.”