Then a step in another direction, and we receive some class material, done with a proper air of arrogance. Steppes is its name, and steps are its present vocation. It steps all over the place, into potholes and out again. Steppes has good feet and is well shod, and will eventually find the proper path. When you go for a walk in a dangerous city, never look up, always look down like a duck.
Ducks never fall over.
Jungle life must have an end. Steppes does, and it is the memory of somewhere west of Broadway, landing them right in the river. The sounds are right even if the emotions are not. The air-crash formula never works, whatever the genre. But they are young.