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           pants,andcutsonhisfingersandscabsonhiselbows.HerewasJohnHuffwiththequiettennisshoes,hisfeetsheathedinsilence.Therewasthemouththathadchewedmanyan:apricotpiecomesummer,andsaidmanyaquietthingor:twoaboutlifeandthelayoftheland.Andthereweretheeyes,notblindlikestatues’eyes,butfilledwithmoltengreen-·gold.Andtherethedarkhairblowingnownorthnowsouthoranydirectioninthelittlebreezetherewas.Andtherethe%handswithallthetownonthem,dirtfromroadsandbark-sliversfromtrees,thefingersthatsmelledofhempandvineandgreenapple,oldcoinsorpickle-greenfrogs.Thereweretheearswiththesunlightshiningthroughthemlikebrightwarmpeachwaxandhere,invisible,hisspearmint-breathupontheair.

           "John,now,"saidDouglas,"don’tyoumovesomuchasaneyelash.Iabsolutelycommandyoutostayhereandnotmoveatallforthenextthreehours!"

           "Doug..."

           John’slipsmoved.

           "Freeze!"saidDouglas.

           Johnwentbacktolookingatthesky,buthewasnotsmilingnow.

           "Igottogo,"hewhispered.

           "Notamuscle,it’sthegame!"

           "Ijustgottogethomenow,"saidJohn.

           Nowthestatuemoved,tookitshandsdownoutoftheairandturneditsheadtolookatDouglas.Theystoodlookingateachother.Theotherkidswereputtingtheirarmsdown,too.

           "We’llplayonemoreround,"saidJohn,"exceptthistime,I’m‘it.’Run!"

           Theboysran.

           "Freeze!"

           Theboysfroze,Douglaswiththem.

           "Notamuscle!"shoutedJohn.