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           Simonansweredhiminthesamesilentvoice.

           "Wellthen,"saidtheLordoftheFlies,"you’dbetterrunoffandplaywiththeothers.Theythinkyou’rebatty.Youdon’twantRalphtothinkyou’rebatty,doyou?YoulikeRalphalot,don’tyou?AndPiggy,andJack?"

           Simon’sheadwastiltedslightlyup.HiseyescouldnotbreakawayandtheLordoftheFlieshunginspacebeforehim.

           "Whatareyoudoingouthereallalone?Aren’tyouafraidofme?"

           Simonshook.

           "Thereisn’tanyonetohelpyou.Onlyme.AndI’mtheBeast."

           Simon’smouthlabored,broughtforthaudiblewords.

           "Pig’sheadonastick."

           "FancythinkingtheBeastwassomethingyoucouldhuntandkill!"saidthehead.Foramomentortwotheforestandalltheotherdimlyappreciatedplacesechoedwiththeparodyoflaughter."Youknew,didn’tyou?I’mpartofyou?Close,close,close!I’mthereasonwhyit’snogo?Whythingsarewhattheyare?"

           Thelaughtershiveredagain.

           "Comenow,"saidtheLordoftheFlies."Getbacktotheothersandwe’llforgetthewholething."

           Simon’sheadwobbled.Hiseyeswerehalfclosedasthoughhewereimitatingtheobscenethingonthestick.Heknewthatoneofhistimeswascomingon.TheLordoftheFlieswasexpandinglikeaballoon.