Picka told the others. “I will persuade GoDemon to relent,” Dawn said. “No, he is correct. Piper will come, and it could be great harm for the town. We must not inflict this on it. Go has taught me what I need to know; I can practice it anywhere. We must leave.” Dawn sighed. “Morning,” she agreed reluctantly. They were camped in a town park, in a section not normally visited because stench puffers, related to stink horns, grew there. It didn’t smell too bad as long as no one stepped on a puffer. They were careful not to. They did not practice their music that night, because they were in the invisible handbag and the natives would wonder if music seemed to come from nowhere. Instead Dawn, Granola, and the pets ate their meals, and did their attendant natural functions in another section of the park. The business of constantly eating and eliminating seemed botheringly inconvenient to the skeletons, but that was one of the penalties of life. As they returned, a man did pass their way.
