“Wizzoh!” The fair boy echoed witch-like Frustrated inside the floating coak His face was red A fire would be needed soon He shut one eye Later he trotted through sand “We got to find others.” As if released from class boys began talk eagerly looked around circle of laughing not listening Jack shook his head badly scratched They had drag themselves away group turned others were high up pointed down scrambled mountain grabbed knife and slammed it into ground sat on a tree trunk