The ocean of sand stretching to forever all around Davey’s camel caravan as it picks its way across the desert …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… The deserted Pacific island where Davey brings his airplane down for an emergency landing …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Landing his hot air balloon on top of Mount Everest …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Resting on his throne after a long day ruling Rome …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Roaming the Arctic, mushing his dogs toward the North Pole …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Poling his gondola through the canals of old Venice, warbling a romantic tune …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Tuning his electric guitar before stepping on stage at Woodstock …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Stalking the upland gorillas, gently, gently, camera at the ready …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Ready for liftoff, mission control counting down: Three, two, one …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Wondering how long he can go on beginning …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO.”

… Beginning to lose hope …

“NOT SUPPOSED TO!

NOT SUPPOSED TO!

NOT SUPPOSED TO!”

… Hopeless …

No matter where, no matter how fast, no matter how crazily Davey meanders, the chasers are always right behind, always closing in.

Finally, it happens.

Davey runs out of meanders.

He leaps from the edge of one page

tumbles through the air,

and lands FUMPF!

way

down

at

the

bottom

of

another.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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