Dabba Dabba Don't Is Missing

The Perils of the Amazon

Turning the pages slowly and thoughtfully, he stops when he reaches the page that has been dog-eared to mark its significance. Bringing the picture closer to his face, he moves it this way and that, and then places it back down. He runs his long, boney fingers over certain photographs and lingers. “Some of them sure look like me,” he whispers. “And, I don’t understand this printed word anthropoids—it must be what they are called. This is driving me crazy. Each day I ...