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"
What
are
you
doing
out
here
all
alone
?
Are
n't
you
afraid
of
me
?
"
Simon
shook
.
"
There
is
n't
anyone
to
help
you
.
Only
me
.
And
I
'm
the
Beast
.
"
Simon
's
mouth
labored
,
brought
forth
audible
words
.
"
Pig
's
head
on
a
stick
.
"
"
Fancy
thinking
the
Beast
was
something
you
could
hunt
and
kill
!
"
said
the
head
.
For
a
moment
or
two
the
forest
and
all
the
other
dimly
appreciated
places
echoed
with
the
parody
of
laughter
.
"
You
knew
,
did
n't
you
?
I
'm
part
of
you
?
Close
,
close
,
close
!
I
'm
the
reason
why
it
's
no
go
?
Why
things
are
what
they
are
?
"
The
laughter
shivered
again
.
"
Come
now
,
"
said
the
Lord
of
the
Flies
.
"
Get
back
to
the
others
and
we
'll
forget
the
whole
thing
.
"
Simon
's
head
wobbled
.
His
eyes
were
half
closed
as
though
he
were
imitating
the
obscene
thing
on
the
stick
.
He
knew
that
one
of
his
times
was
coming
on
.
The
Lord
of
the
Flies
was
expanding
like
a
balloon
.
"
This
is
ridiculous
.
You
know
perfectly
well
you
'll
only
meet
me
down
there
--
so
do
n't
try
to
escape
!
"
