29. The Map
“Where are we on here?” Arthur had never seen a map of the island
before, and it was quite curious to see it laid out in this way.
“We here.” Cheelo pointed in the center of the island, with little
drawings of trees all over it. Arthur studied the map. Slowly it began
to make sense.
“Frederick—is this where you found us, on the beach?” He pointed
to a sandy beach on the southwest corner of the island.
“Yes, my king! Mark my words—you’re quite quick with a map!”
“Where are we on here?” Arthur had never seen a map of the island
before, and it was quite curious to see it laid out in this way.
“We here.” Cheelo pointed in the center of the island, with little
drawings of trees all over it. Arthur studied the map. Slowly it began
to make sense.
“Frederick—is this where you found us, on the beach?” He pointed
to a sandy beach on the southwest corner of the island.
“Yes, my king! Mark my words—you’re quite quick with a map!”
“Where are we on here?” Arthur had never seen a map of the island
before, and it was quite curious to see it laid out in this way.
“We here.” Cheelo pointed in the center of the island, with little
drawings of trees all over it. Arthur studied the map. Slowly it began
to make sense.
“Frederick—is this where you found us, on the beach?” He pointed
to a sandy beach on the southwest corner of the island.
“Yes, my king! Mark my words—you’re quite quick with a map!”