the breeze snatched the last grains of soil from the air , carrying them up through the eucalyptus trees . but be sure of this , jack . `` no amount of kisses can get me to sing with you looking at me . inside a pink gale , you could say . tells me all i need to know . '' the rope around his waist jerked forward , pulling his body along with it . he went into the kitchen with their coffee cups . what they caught in the swamp , they ate . 