like a sand-storm , the sending stung my skin , determined to force its way into my nose and throat . the old mans hound dog always lay close to him and slept most of the time . `` not sure , '' i whispered , not completely surprised to see him up . 'light me one , will you please ? dad keeps everything a secret from her , too . '' ill tell you what you want to know ! do i have to wear this sort of thing every day ? '' 