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Show n5 Caribou's hairy jaws dropped, and his hands stopped in midair, holding a carrot. He looked at me. Then at Tip. Then back at me, "Rattling roosters!" he said, "So is Belinda Mulroney." He continued straining the carrot. I wasn't so sure he wasn't crazy, after all. Then Tip nodded toward me. "When her hair grows out, she'll wear it pompadour." She -was grinning like a lunatic. I looked at Caribou Clyde Hartwell and then at Tzipporah Timothy Trattner, And I began to wonder if the North made everyone a little crazy, each in his own way. Perhaps even me. |