He concentrated on one step at a time, carefully raising and setting down each foot.
He thought only about each step, and not the impossible task that lay before him.
Higher and higher he climbed. His strength came from somewhere deep inside himself and also seemed to come from the outside as well.
After focusing on Big Thumb for so long, it was as if the rock had absorbed his energy
and now acted like a kind of giant magnet pulling him toward it.
After a while he became aware of a foul odor. At first he thought it came from Zero, but it seemed to be in the air, hanging heavy all around him.
He also noticed that the ground wasn't as steep anymore. As the ground flattened, a huge stone precipice rose up ahead of him,
just barely visible in the moonlight. It seemed to grow bigger with each step he took.
It no longer resembled a thumb. And he knew he'd never be able to climb it.
Around him, the smell became stronger. It was the bitter smell of despair.
Even if he could somehow climb Big Thumb, he knew he wouldn't find water. How could there be water at the top of a giant rock?
The weeds and bugs survived only by an occasional rainstorm, like the one he had seen from camp.
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