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           "—crackling—"

           "—Icoulddowithsomemeat—"

           Ralphhelduphishand.

           "Whyshouldn’twegetourownmeat?"

           Thetwinslookedateachother.Billanswered.

           "Wedon’twanttogointhejungle."

           Ralphgrimaced.

           "He—youknow—goes."

           "He’sahunter.They’reallhunters.That’sdifferent."

           Noonespokeforamoment,thenPiggymutteredtothesand.

           "Meat—"

           Thelittlunssat,solemnlythinkingofmeat,anddribbling.Overheadthecannonboomedagainandthedrypalmfrondsclatteredinasuddengustofhotwind.

           "Youareasillylittleboy,"saidtheLordoftheFlies,"justanignorant,sillylittleboy."

           Simonmovedhisswollentonguebutsaidnothing.

           "Don’tyouagree?"saidtheLordoftheFlies."Aren’tyoujustasillylittleboy?"