Chapter Nineteen
“That’s it! I don’t like this holiday, after all!” Calo growled, trying to remove the white, sticky strands covering his upper body.
“Duck! There’s another batch of it,” Zoran warned.
“What is this stuff?” Kelan complained, trying to pull off the sticky strands.
“Dirty Worm silk,” Creon replied, rubbing his hands on his face.
“This isn’t supposed to be on the ride,” Trelon stated, trying to pull his hand off of his face only to end up slapping himself. “Ouch! My hand is stuck to my face.”
“Mine… is… stuck… to… my… lips,” Mandra’s muffled voice said.
“Don’t try to pull it off. You have to rub it gently,” Creon instructed.
“How do you know?” Cree asked, gently rubbing his hands together and watching in fascination as the strands vanished in a light fog. “This is incr
