… There’s forty-two thousand jobs, near ten thousand of ’em got by people like us. Everyone’s got to eat. Industry feeds ’em. They figure Little Bear here’s going to clean it up." He squeezed his baby, a dimpled plump girl with tufts of jet-black hair." Paa PAA BA Baal!" she said. It was time for a nap. Lou sipped from his thermos, and Little Bear’s eyes drooped, and Missy remembered the voice of Rasmus Brook. 'The people will pay with their whole being: physically, mentally, ideologically, spiritually, with their land, their soul. And not just country people. Not just native people. Poison will flow through villages, towns, and cities and not stop. We must rise up. We must disrupt the system. Capitalism is a deception.'" You can help pirates," she said, because that’s the only answer she knew. Lou lifted his coffee in salute, and Missy stood up to jump.

Flight of the Griffons