On the road again, the bus was nearing the little coastal town of Santa Cruz.  "Hold on a minute!" called out Krik, "I know a sculptor who lives around here.  I ain't seen him in years, but let's go and say hello.  Ol' Ega Perzu used to love to hug trees and I wonder if he's still doin' it."  "Sure, why not" replied Shorrah, "anybody who nurtures trees, has got to be an okay person.  Let's do it."

Tree hug

The bus ambled down a long shaded lane, and suddenly there was a plop on the roof. "What was that?" asked a startled Harth.  "Dunno, maybe we don't wanna know.  It's a little bizzare around here don'tcha think?" suggested a nervous Karolind.

Suddenly, without warning a large grizzled face appeared in front of the windshield.  "It's Ega!" announced Krik from the back of the bus "he must'uv fallen outta the tree.  Okay, just keep drivin' he don't seem to mind, and we'll git to his place in a minute."

he fell out of the trees