Charles de lint. Jack, the winner of the giants (№ 96123)

Great. I worry about their appearance. And you just think like me to be fattened up.
Is food for the soul.
- Of course, if I'll turn into a blimp, no one will pay attention to my hair.
- Very romantic. My friend in the form of an airship floats across the night sky in search of... a pair of hot rolls? No, I tell you. She is looking for in the air fields good Barber.