ON HIS THIRD MORNING out in the wild, Ethan decided to do something he didn’t think anyone had attempted yet. He would see how high he could take the flitter. As he ate his breakfast, he looked down at the beach below. After the sluglimpet attack, he’d flown as far as he could until tiredness overcame him.
Yet now, as he looked down, he could see what seemed to be traces of more sluglimpets in the sand. Their many legs had left long scratches all over the ground as they’d tried to reach him. Ethan doubted the creatures could have followed him after his long flight the previous night so these were new ones. He gave a shiver. If he’d tried to go on his journey without a flitter, he probably wouldn’t have survived the first night.
As he watched, waves were washing away the sluglimpet tracks
