Oh Jefri, will I ever see you again? The sounds and vids kept the monsters amused for several minutes. Eventually their random fiddlings convinced the dataset that somebody really young had opened up the box, and it shifted into kindermode. The creatures knew she was watching. Of the four fooling with her Oliphaunt, one -- not always the same one -- was always watching her. They were playing games with her,
复件 (3) 复件 air max2, pretending they didn't know she was pretending. Johanna opened her eyes wide and glared at the creature. "Damn you!" She looked in the other direction. And screamed. The mob in the other hull were clumped together. Their heads rose on sinuous necks from the pile. In the low sunlight, their eyes glinted red. A pack of rats or snakes, silently staring at her, and for heaven knew how long. The heads leaned forward at her cry, and she heard the scream again. Behind her,
复件 (99) air max, her own voice shouted "Damn you!" Somewhere else,
复件 (79) air max1, she was calling for "Mom" and "Daddy". Johanna screamed again, and they just echoed it back. She swallowed her terror and kept silent. The monsters kept it up for a half minute, the mimicking, the mixing of things she must have said in her sleep. When they saw they couldn't terrorize her that way any more, the voices stopped being human. The gobbling went back and forth, as if the two groups were negotiating or something. Finally the four on her side closed her dataset and tied it into the net bag. The six unwrapped themselves from each other. Three jumped to the outboard side of the hull. They gripped the edge tight in their claws and leaned into the wind. For once they almost did look like dogs -- big ones sitting at a car window, sniffing at the airstream. The long necks swept forward and back. Every few seconds,
mbt tataga c chill, one of them would dip its head out of sight, into the water. Drinking? Fishing? Fishing. A head flipped up, tossing something small and green into the boat. The other three animals nosed about, grabbing it. She had a glimpse of tiny legs and a shiny carapace. One of the rats held it at the tip of its mouth, while the other two pulled it apart. It was all done with their uncanny precision. The pack seemed like a single creature, and each neck a heavy tentacle that ended in a pair of jaws. Her gut twisted at the thought, but there was nothing to barf up. The fishing expedition went on another quarter hour. They got at least seven of the green things. But they weren't eating them; not all of them, anyway. The dismembered leavings collected in a small wood bowl. More gobbling between the two sides. One of the six grabbed the bowl's edge in its mouth and crawled across the mast platform. The four on Johanna's side huddled together as if frightened of the visitor. Only after the bowl was set down and the intruder had returned to its side,
mbt sport 2, did the four in Johanna's hull poke their heads up again. One of the rats picked up the bowl. It and another walked toward her. Johanna swallowed. What torture was this? Her stomach twisted again ... she was so hungry. She looked at the bowl again and realized that they were trying to feed her. The sun had just come out from under northern clouds. The low light was like some bright fall afternoon, just after rain: dark sky above, yet everything close by bright and glistening. The creatures' fur was deep and plush. One held the bowl towards her, while the other stuck its snout in and withdrew ... something slick and green. It held the tidbit delicately,
复件 (6) 复件 air max1, just with the tips of its long mouth. It turned and thrust the green thing toward her. Johanna shrank back, "No!" The creature paused. For a moment she thought it was going to echo her.
mbt sport 2
with a orbicular
Linear Mode
