Lines of brilliantly glittering multicolored gems trailed across the black material in delicate traceries, interweaving lines that spiraled around one another in amazing spirals, all the way out to the ridiculously outstretched wings.
It couldn’t be a mask. It had no strap. It was as long as his arm.
It had three oval eye holes, but they were too widely spaced to be for real eyes. Plus the one in the middle was off-center and a little too high, like the rhino’s extra eye was beside his horn.
But if it wasn’t a mask, what was it?
The gems shone too brightly for the little sun that came down this far. But the mask didn’t have room for batteries, so they sure weren’t lights.
The mask lay atop a particularly sturdy stalk of skunk cabbage, one end hanging almost into the mud. It couldn’t b
