They found a field of daisies and sat there, resting. “I thought I was afraid of nothing,” Hannah said. “But I'm afraid of turning male. What a horror!” “You look good as a barbarian lout, damsel.” She flung a pebble at the bird, which missed. It would have hit, had she wanted it to. Goody nodded. “Likewise, only vice versa.” He picked a daisy flower and sniffed it. From up close he realized that it was actually in the shape of a letter E. That was curious. Then Hannah was hustling him out of there. “Those are daze-E's!” she said. Goody looked around dazedly. “Like what?” “Sniff them and you're dazed. We can't camp in that field. We'd never get organized.” He was recovering his equilibrium. “Oh. Yes.” There was a big sign at the edge of the field. Goody tried to read it, but it didn't seem to have words, just what appeared to be the beaks of assorted birds, some of which were falling off.
