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goes to prove that little filly of yours don't know much about the things that come out of the water," he said sneering. "At least I ain't ever seen one before that had arms and legs and claws like that thing." |
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Ferris was in total agreement. He reached over, slipped the Moosehead out of Jake's hand, took a swig and handed it back. "Naw," he grunted, "I'd have to go along with Caleb. It looks more like some sort of gorilla than anything else." |
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Madden glanced at his watch and lowered his frame down from the checkout counter. His face was lined, and he looked exhausted. "What 'ya say we all get a good night's sleep and let Sergeant Kendall figure out what he's gonna do with that damn thing." |
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"That's pretty much up to his superiors, ain't it?" Caleb asked. |
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"Yeah, suppose it is," Jake agreed. "The detachment commander over at Waverly wants to get some RCMP specialists in here to assess the situation. Kendall has been instructed to get a veterinarian in here to have a look at the thing. That shouldn't take too long. With any kind of luck at all, by tomorrow afternoon we can have most of this mess cleaned up and start puttin' things back in order around here." |
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"That'll take a while," Caleb mused solemnly. "Ol' Harlan never had much to say, but he was an important part of this community. Same can be said for Percy |
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