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Sassy was having the most delicious dream. It was evening, just last evening to be exact, and everyone was sitting around the little fire eating the turtle soup. The soup itself was delicious. But even better was that one of the boys had made room for her to sit in the circle around the campfire. And she had told a joke some of her friends had going round and the boys had laughed. Quite pleased with herself, Sassy rolled over, hoping the dream would go a little further.
Instead a loud voice intruded on her. ‘Wake up! We’ve overslept!’
She scrambled out of her bedroll and stood up to see the source of the noise. It was Bingo! Sassy blinked in the already bright sunshine and hurried to gather her things together. She tucked her shirt into her breeches and pushed back her messy curls – a comb or brush had not been on her list of essential items.
Once her pack and blanket was stowed on the raft, she ran back to the boys’ part of the camp to see how she could help. A burlap bag of apples had been left out and she took one to munch on. She passed it round as the boys gathered their belongings and began loading them on the raft.
From the looks of things, she thought, it might be all the breakfast they got.
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