“Oh, well, in that case my money's on supermoose. All Beartruck can do to Supermoose is try to ram it, or try to crisp it with a flame that's meant to be purely decorative. Supermoose---” now, apparently, a proper noun “---would have had worse butting heads with others of its kind. Like, okay, if a regular moose can do a number on a car and its driver comparable to another car? Supermoose can definitely give as good as it gets from a monster truck. Plus, the bear driving it is probably not buckled up, and its natural weapons won't do it any good while it's driving... or trapped inside the truck because the doors are too dented for it to open. A winnah izzz Supermoose!” Sam lowered her voice for her announcer imitation, unwilling to wake Will's mom. The lady looked like she needed the rest, and there were few things more frustrating than managing to sleep somewhere uncomfortable on account of being exhausted, and waking still tired... but not quite tired enough to get to sleep again.
Careful not to pull too much, Sam accepted the hand up, charmed anew by the human aspen helping her. (Could this kid have come from some woods? It seemed strangely plausible; maybe the woman he was with had left a basket of bread and cheese and baubles somewhere past a tree with leaves like hands and a pit which smelled of lilac.) She stepped back and settled onto her seat, smiling a little catlike smile.
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Date: 2017-12-14 02:38 am (UTC)Careful not to pull too much, Sam accepted the hand up, charmed anew by the human aspen helping her. (Could this kid have come from some woods? It seemed strangely plausible; maybe the woman he was with had left a basket of bread and cheese and baubles somewhere past a tree with leaves like hands and a pit which smelled of lilac.) She stepped back and settled onto her seat, smiling a little catlike smile.
“You read Ray Bradbury?”