18 Once, a grasshopper hopped off my feet. I sprang to the air with a cry for Idris’ help. The moment he found it was just a harmless grasshopper he scowled at me rudely, “You better realize I’m not your tour guide.” It was a big thing to realize he won’t be looking out for…...
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