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Marroc was having a delightful dream about his mother's mashed taters when some started shaking him. "Wake up! Wake up! We got to go!"
"Go? Go where?" Then Marroc remembered he wasn't at home. He was on an adventure. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, blinking the morning world into focus. He ate a quick breakfast of apples with the others. It wasn't the breakfast he would have liked, espicially after the dream he just had, but he couldn't complain.
When it was time to head off Rory was given the job of pushing off the raft. Marroc went over to help him. Once they were floating down the river Marroc took a seat my Sassy. He had no real intention of talking to her.
He looked around and thought Reggie had the right idea of justing laying on his stomach watching the water. Marroc must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew Reggie and Sondo had caught a whole mess of fish.
The young Hobbit looked up and saw storm clouds moving in. He hoped Sondo planned to get off the raft before the storm started. Marroc could think of nothing worse then being stuck on the river in a rainstorm.
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