Jay looked about at the other mossbeasts. It seemed to be a herd, he realised, and they were on the move. A herd of roving hills. ‘They’re like,’ he waved his hands in the air, trying to express himself. ‘They’re like woolly mammoths, crossed with Cousin It. But green. Well, nothing like that in fact. They’re like living hills.’ ‘You say a lot of things that don’t make sense,’ Alexia said. ‘Don’t I fucking know it,’ Jay said under his breath.
