Chapter 36: Unbalance Part 3
"Boom boom," the call rose. A hand covered in blue-white sun mud rose above the brush. The hand formed a wedge like the head of an animal, which twitched and darted about as if plucking bugs from the singed leaves. "Boom boom."
"No no," said one voice amidst the drunken giggling. "It's broom broom."
"I don't know what kind of ornithomimes you've heard before, Nthel, but on the mud I roam they say 'boom boom.'"
"You are so drunk you wouldn't know an ornithomimes from a hesperorn. Give me that deviled water."
"Boom boom," came the call from upstream.
"There, you see?"
"I suppose I owe you an apology wreath."
"You owe that deviled water back. Give it here."
Trals rolled his eyes. Face of God, where had that stuff come from? Hadn't the idiots drunk it all already? "Quiet," he said. "If you actually want to bag an ornithomimes and not just wrestle in the mud like children."
Ithen waggled his arm. "Boom boom!"