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The
littluns
began
to
jabber
among
themselves
,
then
one
stood
forward
.
"
What
's
your
name
?
"
"
Phil
.
"
For
a
littlun
he
was
self-confident
,
holding
out
his
hands
,
cradling
the
conch
as
Ralph
did
,
looking
round
at
them
to
collect
their
attention
before
he
spoke
.
"
Last
night
I
had
a
dream
,
a
horrid
dream
,
fighting
with
things
.
I
was
outside
the
shelter
by
myself
,
fighting
with
things
,
those
twisty
things
in
the
trees
.
"
He
paused
,
and
the
other
littluns
laughed
in
horrified
sympathy
.
"
Then
I
was
frightened
and
I
woke
up
.
And
I
was
outside
the
shelter
by
myself
in
the
dark
and
the
twisty
things
had
gone
away
.
"
The
vivid
horror
of
this
,
so
possible
and
so
nakedly
terrifying
,
held
them
all
silent
.
The
child
's
voice
went
piping
on
from
behind
the
white
conch
.
"
And
I
was
frightened
and
started
to
call
out
for
Ralph
and
then
I
saw
something
moving
among
the
trees
,
something
big
and
horrid
.
"
He
paused
,
half-frightened
by
the
recollection
yet
proud
of
the
sensation
he
was
creating
.
