“Why not?” Julie’s arms were around his neck, and she replied loudly with pride.
A cunning look passed through Thompson’s eyes. He said lightly: “I have three legs. Which one do you want to use for comparison?”
“Three…Three legs?” Julie didn’t know what he meant. She leaned her head forward, and looked around with puzzlement for a while. “You only have two legs…”
“The middle is the third one.” The man’s voice was slow and gentle, which sounded like its normal self.
Julie understood him immediately, loosening one hand from around his neck and waving it up in the air like she was about to hit him on the head. But she had found something brand new on which to focus, before her hand had time to fall down.
“Thompson, there is a mole on the back of your neck!” She screamed in amazement an
