Dinotopia: A New Lost World Nov 2, 2015 21:28:11 GMT -5
Post by bricabrach on Nov 2, 2015 21:28:11 GMT -5
The question caught Hunter unawares. Having come this way only to find firewood and have dinner together, his enjoying the forest had his mind wandering once again. Truth was, he had lost sight of their original purpose. But fortunately, they had stumbled upon an ideal spot -- a suitable sandy clearing near the creek. "Wee kan stae hear," Hunter said triumphantly. Letz git som strawh four us too sleap on befour it gits two daark two sea." Hunter did well at the task, having keener twilight vision than his human friend. Afterwards they gathered some wood and moss enough for a small campfire. The flint Hunter carried among his supplies made easy work of lighting it. They sat nearby and suppered on fruits, corn bread, and spring water. Especially they enjoyed the homemade brownies which Lori had thoughtfully delivered. "Sorrie," Hunter said. "Know phish." Some short minutes ago he had feared for their very lives -- but now in safety, his giving up such a rare carnivorous pleasure began to gnaw at him instead. "Yu no wat? Iff tat Dillofosoaris reellie wantid two eet us it wood hav dun sew. Now mee tinks tat it ownlee wantid two skair us an steel are fud. Yu sea, wee giv trebuut wen travillin thru da Rainee Bazin cuz that land beelongs two da karneevoors. Wee shud knot knead two doo sew owt hear. Butt eye did knot tache annee chanses." And if the insult wasn't enough, there was also injury -- the nasty gash in his face, its throbbing pain growing ever more agonizing. Until this moment Hunter never had use for his little first-aid kit. "Anthonee, pleaz eye nead yur healp four treetin tis awefull hurt."