Chomp

Mickey Cray had been out of work ever since a dead iguana fell from a palm tree and hit him on the head.

Actually it was the mark of the stupid, which is what you get for sitting under a tree during a thunderstorm.

In his own mind, it was never a matter of courage. But courage it was.

The other day, one of the big shots was trying to say ‘Nice shoes!’ and he accidentally told a government minister that his face looked like a butt wart. Not good.

Whatever happens, I’m glad we ate that bleeping lizard.

Watching the cab speed off, Wahoo’s father looked forlorn. “It’s like she’s leaving us twice,” he remarked. “What are you talking about, Pop?” “I’m seein’ double, remember? There she goes—and there she goes again.

Mickey Cray was surprised to learn that Derek Badger didn’t want any of his captive critters on location. Mickey had never wrangled for a nature show that used only wild animals, nor had he ever encountered a person less qualified than Derek to handle untamed specimens.

Wahoo's father had absolutely no use for creeps who beat on small animals, especially kids.