Mr. Cheever Has No Wilderness
MR. CHEEVER HAS NO WILDERNESS Chucklehead Cheever, baggy-eyed and bushy-tailed, looked about with suspicious sniffs to the air as his four-fingered grips held him to the boulder. His face was a mask of bewilderment in the wilderness. “Uh, yeah, uh!” Cheever gabbled. “The wind blows west, the wind... Sign in to see full entry.