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Show -105 the trouble with the sign-a transformer had shifted around and grounded itself against the can. I set it straight and bolted it down but when I was putting back the last screw in the inspection plate I realized I just didn't want to go back down into that scurrying world; I thought about it for a minute or two, then I climbed up to the last step on the ladder and roiled myself up until I was lying on top of the sign." "On top of it?" Jacob said. He was understanding less and less. "It's easier than it looks. Those big cans are about eighteen inches wide and twelve or fifteen feet long, and they have raised edges. By that time the wind had pretty well died down too." As long as I moved carefully and didn't try to sit or stand I was safe enough. Except for the time when I lived with Fancy and she fed me too well I've always been thin, like my father, and eighteen inches was room enough for me to lie comfortably. I knew I was completely invisible from the street below unless I chose to stick my head out. Anybody seeing the ladder would assume I'd left it there to get a faster start the next day. But I didn't care about the next day. All around me, black and stark against the fading turquoise sky, were the mountains. I thought of my father's Indians, how they starved |