Joey Button didn't know how long he'd been peddling his bike when he saw it, but whenever he'd recall the moment, he'd remember that his legs were tired, so it'd probably been a while. It didn't matter, though. What mattered was what was in front of him.It was the size of three men: two standing next to each other and another standing on their shoulders. In other words, it was wide and tall. It had fur, which was a purplish gray. Too gray to be called purple, too purple to be called gray. It had big blue eyes, tremendous yellow teeth, and—this is very important—it was smiling. Though Joey Butt