In the middle of the scar he stood on his head and grinned at the reversed fat boy. “No grownups!”
Where the pilot?
WHERE THAT LITTLE BOY??
I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU TO GET A LIST OF NAMES!!!
Ralph muttered the reply as if in shame. “Perhaps he went back to the, the—” Beneath them, on the unfriendly side of the mountain, the drum-roll continued.
HOW COULD I, ALL BY MYSELF???
YOU SHUT UP!!!
“Needed that.” Simon spoke from inside the shelter. “Up a bit.” Ralph turned to the shelter and lifted a branch with a whole tiling of leaves. The leaves came apart and fluttered down. Simon’s contrite face appeared in the hole . “Sorry.” Ralph surveyed the wreck with distaste. “Never get it done.”
Never get it done!!!!
But I shall! Next time! I’ve got to get a barb on this spear!