Bud, lying under a large elm tree with a full and showy form, turned the puffy clouds into animals or ships to pass the time of day, and fell asleep. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his foot, and cringed in fright when a ruggedly built man yelled at him. The man towering above him said something that sounded very odd, like a low growl. Bud had never heard anyone speak this way.
The man was blonde, tall and wide of shoulder, deep-chested, arms like slabs of ham. He had steely-blue eyes, and looked down at Bud with a menacing sneer. “What are you doing here boy? I have been looking for someone to help me, and you just might fill the bill. Let me see how strong you are.”
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