"It was high noon in the jungles of South India when I began to recognize that if we didn't find water for our emus soon, it wouldn't be long before we would be traveling by foot; and with the guerilla warriors fast on our heals, I was starting to regret my decision to use poultry for transportation."
"The night resembled nothing so much as the nose of a giant Labrador in excellent health: cold, black, and wet."