The creature from space could not tell what they would be.

But the little creature either could or would not tell him.

Perhaps, the creature told itself, it should not have tried so hard to break away.

"A wise creature once told me that it was important to make choices," the voice continued.

So far as he could recall, the creature had told him nothing of itself.

They have sought for us, and this creature has told them where we camp.

"We have been with you since Gedemondas," the creature told her.

Crombie knew that the creature would not tell on him, now.

No matter what these creatures were telling him, it was a lie.

"We want you to go hence," the creature told him.