“Wait a minute, it takes time.”
“He has a strong handwriting.”
“Sure, it’s a strong onion.”
“Oh it’s getting visible.”
“It’s more likely to get risible.”
“Read it, go ahead.”
Artie Van Arlen read aloud as the writing slowly came into view under the influence of the heat. It was interesting to see how the words appeared, slowly, slowly, like a person emerging out of a fog.
The offer of three helpings all through the season is still open and the cove is bridged and any feller can hike around scout pace in less than an hour so now’s your chance.
Harris—Hop-toad.
Ex-raven.
“What?” demanded a dozen voices.
“Let’s see it!”