“I’m too fat to eat,” he said. “But there’s another kid around here somewhere—” Harvey growled at this. “There is!” Wendell said. “I swear. And there’s more meat on him than on me!” “Listen to the child,” said a voice in the bushes at Harvey’s side. He glanced around. There was Jive, his wiry form barely visible among the barbs. “He’d see you dead, young Harvey.” Wendell heard none of this. He was still advertising the edibility of his friend,
