If it was a clue, he didn’t get it. He didn’t get it. He frowned. Thorne mouthed: “Bridge.” Arby looked, and watched the whip-like tails swing back and forth over the younger animals. “I get it!” Arby said. “They use their tails for defense. And they need long necks to counterbalance the long tails. It’s like a suspension bridge!” Levine squinted at Arby. “You did that very fast,” he said. Thorne turned away, hiding a smile. “But I’m right …” Arby said.
