![]() ![]() "Oh," Dusk said, casting a surprised backward glance. "That will help make up for your weak legs," his father added matter-of-factly. "But you have unusually strong chest and shoulder muscles." "You'll have less to grip and pull with," Icaron said. "Will my other claws ever grow in?" he asked his father. He'd been born with only two claws on each hand, instead of three, and hauling himself up the trunk was hard work. His father, Icaron, climbed beside him and, though old, he moved more swiftly than his son. ![]() All around Dusk, insects sparkled and whirred, but he wasn't interested in them just now. Warmed by the dawn's heat, the tree steamed, releasing its heady fragrance. Pale lichen grew along the ridges here and there, pitch glistened dully in the furrows. Copyright ©2007 Kenneth Oppelĭusk labored up the trunk of the giant sequoia, sinking his claws into the soft, reddish bark. By Kenneth Oppel HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. ![]()
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