“I sure hope not,” I said, half   
joking. “You know how that always turns
out.”                                  
     Beth and Randy both laughed. I    
didn't.                                
     “Well, I don’t know if you’ve got 
that bridge thing beat,” Randy said    
thoughtfully, and then laughed again,  
“but that’s pretty damn close. I don’t 
think it’s an ancient burial ground. I 
think it’s you guys.”                  
     “It's not me. That's for damn     
sure,” I said, adding, “Besides, most  
of the new animals, that join us, are  
hurt and maybe our other babies just   
feel sorry for them. Yeah I know, that 
one sounds lame, even to me, but what’s
not lame is you Beth. You’re the real  
magic, the real bright light here.”    
     “How do you explain all this going
* on before I even met you?”               
     “Animals can predict the future.  
There's documented evidence to suggest 
that it’s possible. They knew you were 
coming.”                               
     “You know that most of that       
evidence is earthquake related,”       
Johnson pointed out.                   
     “Maybe they can feel the tremors  
coming before we can, and none of that 
really helps prove what you're suggest-
ing, that animals are able to predict  
the future.”                           
     “Maybe,” I said reluctantly. I    
never gave up on my pet theories       
easily, not without a good verbal fight
first, “and you’re probably right, be- 
cause most of the evidence is earth-   
quake related, but there are some cases
that are not as easy to explain.       



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