re whenever the wind dropped enough for them to get a whiff of the thick white smoke rising from the canyon. You know what to say on that account. “Susan?”“Aye, dear. “The flying monkeys.
“Did it hurt?”“A little. With the other she clutched the sack with the ball in it ever more tightly. “Days, I would have said. Jake?”Jake got to his feet and faced the route-map.
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