I played football for a long time when I was a kid, and then I went to art college and turned my back on it. Because of that, my toes are mangled; they've been broken. They're like hooves or talons. They're disgusting. I'd never get them out.
It's often hilarious to me that I'm writing about Tonga or some tropical place and there's a blizzard outside and the cows are on their backs with their hooves in the air.
In sixth and seventh grade, my two best friends and I pretended to be horses. Every day after school, we would gallop around, whinnying and stamping our hooves and tossing our manes - for hours.
Elise Reiner: [describing Lipstick-Face Demon] He has hooves for feet!
Donkey: Please eat my face last and send my hooves to my momma!
Percy Jackson: You're half donkey?
Grover: No, half goat.
[busts out window with hooves and climbs out]
Sally Jackson: Go, Grover!
Grover: Guys, watch out, there's glass! Now come on!
