where the bullet hole is?" he asked. "Well, I think it was shot twice in the same hole, I think it was...." The turkey's head flew in his face as the spitter slung it up in the air and over his own shoulder and turned. The others turned with him and together, they sauntered off in the direction they had come, the turkey sticking stiff out on the spitter's back and its head swinging slowly in a circle as he walked away.
They were in the next block before Ruller moved. Finally, he realized that he could not even see them any longer they were so far away. He turned toward home, almost creeping. He walked four blocks and then suddenly, noticing that it was dark, he began to run. He ran faster and faster, and as he turned up the road to his house, his heart was running as fast, as his legs and he was certain that Something Awful was tearing behind him with its arms rigid and its fingers ready to clutch.
