How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
“Okay, go.”
Dudley started stacking. Flossie stood there frozen for a moment, then spun around so her back was to him and started singing.
“Look at mah bum. Look at mah bum. Look at mah big, big bum.” She was jumping up and down and slapping her own backside as she sang. “Look at mah bum. Look at mah bum. Look at mah big, big bum.”
Dudley’s whole body shook. He was bent over the rocks, a twisted knot of focus, but three, four stones and the tower would topple.