Malcolm Lyall Watson

<p><span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15.4545450210571px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.8150005340576px; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; display: inline !important; float: none; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">In an effort to tame him and his rambunctious friends, Mo’s grandmother drove the lot of them to a beach shack made of driftwood and left them with a month’s provisions and instructions to fend for themselves. The tribe prospered, and the exercise was repeated every summer thereafter.</span></p>