Babu was a boy of constant movement, always ready to leave – he carried a map in the back of his pants and a compass slipped up his sleeve.
He'd never really gone anywhere much, though adventure was near at hand – he'd walk very slowly and thoughtfully, studying the land.
He read his books from the east to the west, just like the sun goes 'round (he wasn't reading them for the words – they were just pictures, that and sound).
'One day I'll pack my bags,' he'd say, 'and I'll lace up my shoes. I'll slip out in the middle of the night, not leaving any clues.