'But what if the caribou stop to drink in a river?' Kevin could keep it up all day.
'Then we'll grab hold of a big
salmon by the fins, and swim beside him'
whispered his mother, short of ideas and breath at the same time.
'But what if fishermen catch
the salmon? Then what will we do?' cried Kevin triumphantly.
'Then we'll just have to ... to
... to ... walk!' His mother sunk in
exhaustion to the snow-covered step.