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The squid had to admit it. He was lost. He had started out in the direction he was pretty certain was the direction of the mill. However, the street signs were all different from back home. He had tried asking directions, but there weren't very many people here who were able to understand the emotive qualities of a cephalopod.

He had, in fact, narrowly escaped being made someone's supper on at least two occasions.Menacing people with the flare gun tended to make it easier to get away.

He mooched past a stall in an out of the way mercado. Inside he heard the proprietor screaming in Spanish. "Do no touch the merchandise! I cannot come down any further! And I cannot throw in the shipping! And where did that frog come from?!"

Well at least he would be lost in company. The squid went into the stall.