About a week into their forty-day journey, they admired the shapes in the clouds. It was a particularly warm late winter day as they headed south toward St. Joseph, Missouri.
“Look, it’s a dragon!” said Frank, pointing at the sky.
“No, that’s an elephant.”
“Well, a minute ago, it looked like a dragon. Now it looks more like a big buffalo.”
“Hopefully we’ll see a lot of real buffalo.”
Frank looked up at Gregory and said, “You think they’ll be a problem?”
“Who knows? Depends if they’ve been driven farther west, or not. I guess it depends how much of Montgomery County is settled at this point as well.”
“Look at that one. It looks like your ma’s house,” Frank said, pointing at another cloud formation.
“Hey, it does.”
“I think our house needs to be a mix between your parents’ and my pa
