Grover shot me a panicked look. “Why does that sound like…It can’t be!” I knew what he was thinking. Two years ago we’d gotten a “gift” from Pan—a huge boar that carried us across the Southwest (after it tried to kill us). The boar had a similar squeal, but what we were hearing now seemed higher pitched, shriller, almost like…like if the boar had an angry girlfriend. “REEEEEET!” A huge pink creature soared over the reservoir—a Macy’s Day nightmare blimp with wings.
