I said, “If I knew of volcanoes or wild animals on the way back I’d lead you to them, but the only wild animal I know of around here is the mascot of the animal patrol.”
“Let’s play Follow Your Leader,” Hervey said.
“Not while we’re conscious,” Garry Everson spoke up; “not if you’re going to be the leader. I have to be home by Christmas.”
Bert Winton said, “I’m sorry, but school opens in a few weeks. Nothing doing.”
“I’ll follow you!” our little Animal Cracker shouted; “I don’t have to be home Christmas. I don’t have to be home till my birthday and that doesn’t come for four years because I was born in leap year.”
“Now we know why you’re so slow growing up,” Warde said.
“You’re a lot of tin horn sports!” Pee-wee shouted.
“I’m game,” I said. “I’ll die for the cause if anybody else will.”
Hervey said, “Listen.” Then he said, kind of sing-songy, so it made me want to walk:
Don’t ask where you’re headed for nobody knows,