"Wonder what D stands for?"
"Because it can't sit down." The sign snapped out the sentence so suddenly that Notta tripped and fell over a stone, and Bob simply gasped with astonishment.
"They didn't paint any line for it to sit on," explained the sign post patiently.
"Where does this lane go to?" gulped the clown, edging over and taking Bob's hand.
"It doesn't go any place. It stays where it is."
"See here," puffed the clown in exasperation, "I never heard of a talking sign post, but so long as you can talk, you might give us a few directions."
"I only give one direction and that's north. You can take it, or leave it."