OF SHANGRI-LAThe two furry creatures that crept through the gash in the rock on all fours were strange ones indeed. Chiefly brown and with a higher back end than front, they waddled their way onto a granite platform until coming to rest behind two very convenient boulders. There the two oddities crouched before each raising a limb to pull back their furs and reveal themselves as no other than Mortimer Headlock and Miss Grace Grace.
“Life as a yak is not for me.”
“Nor I,” Headlock agreed. “Certainly not in here, at least,” he whispered.
“The heat?”
“Indeed. Shall we disrobe and take a peep?”
Grace was already down to the last layer. She removed the final mink and balled it up with her other two furs. She tucked the bundle against the boulder just in case she and Headlock should have ne
