The Spiral Boys

Ivic kept the school bus moving, sometimes jerking across the prairie and sometimes gliding on roads. He was determined not to drive into a ravine or be stopped by any means other than a warm house or a barn. His heart sped up so fast that he could hardly breathe. But the children eventually quieted, spent. The others are hungry, Agnad said at last. I myself have a meat pie, so great I cannot eat the whole. Will I direct us to surrender our lunches and divide the food? Then I will, she said,. In spite of the Spiral Boys, I've ex-mild even in their peril.