CHAPTER 19
What would you do if one evening you was out picking herbs before sunset, only you seen someone so strange-looking that you figured he was an alien or whatnot? I’m not talking about a person whose nose is bigger than usual or maybe stands a whole foot taller than regular. What if he had purple skin, for example, and his eyes was yellow, or his hair was green and stood straight up? If you think about bumping into someone like that when you weren’t expecting it, maybe you’ll understand a little how surprised I got when I ran into that cameraman.
When I say I ran into him, I guess maybe that’s not quite right on account of him being the one to see me first. I was still hunting for the right sort of herbs so Auntie could make us all a real breakfast the next morning, not the forag
