Stone Circle caleb meyer lived alone in them hollering pines

riley was not thinking of what he should or should not do. he had sensed an instinct in him commanding it, and he had followed it. in some ways the boy was reptilian in that regard: do, but do not think.

he landed rather awkwardly. in a previous life, he had been agile and fearsome. in this life, he was a rolly-polly fat jellybean. he lacked grace in the same way an amoeba did. he blinked up at the red caretaker stupidly, his mind and actions sluggish.