“Otto, look at those stars,” said Em pointing into the dark sky. “They look like a person.”
“A really demented person,” muttered Henry under his breath.
“No, look, it looks like a deer. See those are the antlers and there’s the nose,” Henry said turning to Otto.
Otto smiled to himself, “Your both wrong, it looks like a left-handed smoke shifter.”
“What’s that?” asked Em with a puzzled expression.
“Oh you’ll find out when your older,” said Otto obscurely.