 What was the point in Grannie Annie and Billy-boy venturing into the desert?
What with red-spot fever, talking cockatoos and flagpole trees, I was running in circles—especially since Grannie became twins every now and then. Grannie Annie strode in the lead, her absurd long-skirted black dress looking as out of place in this desert as the trees. So now here we were at the outer reaches of the Baldric, four travelers on foot with only the barest necessities in the way of equipment and supplies. And then all at once Grannie stopped again, this time at the top of a high ridge.
 They were there to find Baker
 They were there to find Baker  They were trying to locate the strange birds  They were looking for proof of the Red Spot Fever  They were trying to locate the kites