If you don't know what I mean, just picture long, thick, black hair that needs loads of shampoo to make a lather a delicate, proud nose and beneath two unapologetically thick eyebrows, dark eyes that were endlessly searching for something interesting to happen. You'll be the one drawing skeletons and tigers on people's bums," said Lucia, who incidentally looked exactly like her name. "We'll open up a tattoo parlour in Little Tunks," Otto said. On a sparkling, sun-drenched afternoon in July, when the flowers were blooming and the birds were singing, Otto and Lucia were walking home from school arguing about what they were going to do when they grew up. And also, the story actually did start on a sparkling, sun-drenched afternoon in July, so I wouldn't be lying. You have to start nice and pleasant before you get to the more heart-thumping bits, in which the weather turns nasty and so do the people. I think that's a good time to start because everything is so nice and pleasant at that time, with flowers blooming and birds singing and all that rubbish.
The story will begin on a sparkling, sun-drenched afternoon in July. No one can stop you from guessing though. They said it's because the story belongs to all three of us, and I suppose they're right, but it seems unfair since I'm doing all the work. I can't tell you which Hardscrabble I am-Otto, Lucia, or Max-because I've sworn on pain of torture not to. Plus I'm very observant and have a nice way of putting things that's what my teacher Mr. I was the one voted to tell this story because I read the most novels, so I know how a story should be told. When the wind blew just right you could think you had been sucked down a tube of toothpaste.
It was the most uninteresting town imaginable, except for the fact that the Such Fun Chewing Gum factory was on its west end, so that the air almost always smelled of peppermint. One Tunks was more than enough for everyone.
They lived in a small town in England called Little Tunks. Last of all was Max, who always thought he knew better. Then there was Lucia, who wished something interesting would happen. In which we meet the Hardscrabbles, unearth a triceratops bone, and begin to like Lucia even more
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