Excerpt: Pinch-Pig McFarlane and the Belch of Remarkable Length (Working Title)

Sam sat on the warrior’s forehead with his legs crossed and his chin resting on his folded hands, staring upside-down into the beach ball-sized eyes. He had never been more baffled in his entire time on the little planet he called home. It was at this time that impossible thoughts began to enter his head. Thoughts that he would not dare admit that he was considering.
He sat on the great warrior until the sun began to set. Forced to accept at least that he was presently far from his home or any kind of civilization and had need of sleep, he waited until the sun went down completely and curled up in the space between the statue’s head and its broken neck. It was surprisingly easy to get comfortable, as the night seemed to bring with it a warm breeze, and there was enough springy moss and grass to sufficiently cushion his body.

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