They all joined in and chanted:
"Jumped up again and wouldn"t be dead!"
"Jumped up again and wouldn"t be dead!"As they arrived in the last field before Wild Man Wood a strange sight greeted them. About fifty yards from the woodside, standing in four inches of shallow floodwater, was a small figure in a torn duffle-coat. The figure turned slowly, its arms stuck out at its sides in clumsy imitation of bird flight. It ran this way and that, flapping its arms, its mouth opening and closing soundlessly. It flapped like a crow, banked and wheeled like a gull, then it stood still, trembling its hands like a hovering hawk.
Afterwards, each of them accused the others of shouting the words, but each of them denied it. But one of them must have, because all three of them heard the words:
"A Wild
