Riddle Gully Runaway

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most often nearly killed him Crick-et-y crick-et-y crick-et-y He could hear each cog ratcheting into place hauling them slowly upward to the crest Will slid his eyeballs sideways and down and spotted Mr Wrigley Riddle Gully’s oldest mechanic at the rollercoaster controls He was shading his eyes and looking up at them His bottom lip was jutting in a worried pout Will was sure Crick-et-y crick-et-y Will gulped down the rising lump in his throat Pollo jabbed him with her elbow Take a chill pill Will No one ever dies up here on these things She pointed to the ground below They all die down there In the dirt Splat Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Crick-et-y Their carriage inched to the crest of the iron-girder mountain Will saw dotted farms and distant hills lumpy with trees that looked much nicer from the ground He saw the steely blue sky stretching around them perfect if you were an albatross He felt his heart hammer against his ribcage The carriage teetered at the peak Here we go yelled Pollo The fun’s about to Whoa-aa-aah Slowly irrevocably they tipped Suddenly Will 6