Chapter 49

“I’ll be two hundred dollars richer when we get there,” said Nathan, lounging in the back seat of a red convertible. His friends were in front.

    “I’m sure,” said Michael in the passenger seat, turning to look at Nathan. “We’re going to see a little man one foot tall.”

    “With feet a foot long,” laughed Patrick, the driver.

    “Foot-long hot dogs,” chortled Mike.

    “I never said his feet were a foot long,” said Nathan. “They’re about . . . this long.” He held his hands two or three inches apart as Mike glanced back.

    “Why don’t you just give us each the hundred bucks?” he said. &...

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