"We'd look nice," I told him, "hiking through a book with the plot in a
wheelbarrow."
"Yes, and it would get heavier too," Westy Martin said, "because plots
grow thicker all the time."
"Let's not bother with a plot," I said; "there's lots of books without
plots."
"Sure, look at the dictionary," Harry Donnelle said.
"And the telephone book," I told him, "It's popular too; everybody reads
it."
"We should worry about a plot," I said.
By now I guess you can see that we're all crazy in our patrol. Even Harry
Donnelle, he's crazy, and he isn't in our patrol at all. I guess its
catching, hey? And, oh boy, the worst is yet to come.
So now I guess I'd better begin and tell you how it all happened. The
story will unfold itself or unwrap itself or untie itself or whatever you
call it. This is going to be the worst story I ever wrote and it's going
to be the best, too. This chapter isn't a part of the hike, so really the
story doesn't begin till you get to Warner's Drug Store. You'll know it by
the red sign. This chapter is just about our past lives. When I say, "go"
then you'll know the story has started.
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