"Well done everybody", said Douglas. "We're almost right at the very top of the mountain. Let's eat the donuts. After that, you rascals might as well have a look around. As long as you're sensible."
Patrick's face was still pale. The donut laid on the ground, attacked by a couple of ants.
"Are you alright?" Stanley asked.
Patrick didn't answer. In his mind's eye, he still saw the monster with its eyes, its wide open mouth, the raising paw, he heard the roar....
"I wanna go down!" he suddenly screamed. "I don't wanna be here!"
"Do you want these stone blocks to fall down on us?!" Douglas severely whispered.
"What's up now?" Lynn exclaimed when they returned.
"Patrick went nuts", Douglas explained. "He simply wanted to go climb down. And he won't say why."
"My poor boy", Ellie sighed. "Erratic and furious."
"Mum!" Patrick whispered. "I've seen something.... something terrible. A jaw, spurting blood....."
"You're watching too much TV. I thought we'd talked about that, Douglas!"
He was busy peeling a banana for Clarice and shouted:
"Honey, you know that's your business - all the year round!"
But Douglas couldn't stop thinking of Patrick. Late at night, he began to blame himself.
"I should spend some time with Patrick. You have your hands full, I understand that.... James wants to be with Brenda every single night. The twins are at the daycare centre."
"He's our afterthought", Ellie laughed. "Your mother is 18 years younger than her eldest sister. Not to mention Dad...."
"Look here, Ellie. Maybe we should consult a psychologist."
"A psychologist? No, you're overreacting. Patrick is fine."
"Do you think my absence has a bad influence on him?"
"No. Don't worry."
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