Lesson 6 Rule: Time is a train and is not a train.   Majestic mountains sprung up around him. Purple, thought Barry, or puce. The rock that hit his head was a bit of a surprise.
  "Get out of here."
  "Excuse me," said Barry, turning to find himself face to face with a kid dressed in what looked like pants and moccasins made of beef jerky.
  "Get out of here."
  "This land is your land, this land is my land," thought Barry. Crack, another rock beaned his head.
  "You're supposed to be over there?"
  "I just got here."