“That’s just wrong,” Josh said.
“I’m not certain that ‘wrong’ is an entirely appropriate term in this context,” Mr. Symarian observed dryly.
“It’s physics,” Josh stubbornly continued, “You can’t fight physics. There’s a reason the sky is blue, and not green. Molecules in the air scatter blue light more than they scatter red light…”
“And boys who pop into strange worlds don’t magically burrow their way through densely overgrown forests,” Jenny interrupted. “What, exactly, is your point?”
Josh looked at her, opened his mouth to say something, then apparently thought better of it. At last he said, “I’m guess I didn’t really have a point.”
“Except maybe on the top of your head,” Jenny said, and suddenly two of them found themselves giggling.
“Uh, yo kids,” they heard Sid say, “If you’re about done with the laugh-fest, we got ourselves a problem. And it’d be nice to get a little mind share here.” he gestured with one wing.
They looked to see where he was pointing. Sure enough, a wall was slowly materializing in front of them. And this was no ordinary wall, but a ten foot tall edifice, massive and imposing, that seemed for all the world to be made of solid rock. The great wall, which now looked discouragingly solid, stretched from one horizon to the other, barring the way ahead.
“Now we’ll never get anywhere,” Josh groaned. “What do we do now?”