once we reach turtle rock , sam spots a fallen tree that hangs over the cliff side at a forty-five degree angle , and thus looks like a fishing pole patiently waiting for a bite . he 'd think i was asleep when he finally did . i do n't want to stop until she 's dead . '' sunlight debating the earth on its exact speed of rotation . he put on a little girl voice . `` of course-the beef is done enough . the brush soon gave way to short , fat stumps of thick trees . 