They had been climbing steadily forhours and now, like carnivores waiting for the most opportune moment, the Carpathians loomed allaround them. The more he dug, the faster the sand ran back into the shallow bowl. The cloud couldn't think, not the way Mr Gray could. Henry began to sing under his breath again and leaned closer to one of the round divots, unaware that he had left the Pointer Sisters behind and switched back to the Rolling Stones.
Mr Gray wanna go south. He takes Beaver's hand and puts Beaver's arm back over his shoulders. He—or she, we never knew—resembled the Egyptian god Ra. In his soft, fat, implacable way, Barry will not allow it.
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