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The boy didn’t answer, just examined his sore thumb Then he sucked it and spat ‘What else could it be?’ he asked

Dustfinger looked at Mo, but he seelance ‘How about another story?’ said Dustfinger

Farid laughed ‘Another story I like that idea I’ve always been fond of stories’

‘Oh yes? And how do you like this one?’

‘Too ht, but at least I haven’t had to work yet That’s so

A bird called in the distance Gwin stopped and raised his round s to beasts of prey, and always has It’s easy to forget that when you’re indoors, protected by light and solid walls Night provides cover for hunters,it easy for theht froie’s mind: ‘This is the hour of pride and power, talon and tush and claw’

She snuggled her face against Mo’s shoulder once ht He’s been carryingBut then she nodded off to sleep still perched on his back

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Basta

This grove, that was now so peaceful, ht; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still

Robert Louis Stevenson,

Treasure Island

Meggie woke up when Mo stopped The path had brought them alht was growing paler as if lifting her skirts a little way off to let the new ie heard Mo saying ‘The boy can hardly keep up, Elinor’s feet must need a rest, and if you ask me this wouldn’t be a bad place for one’

‘What feet?’ asked Elinor, sinking to the ground with a groan ‘You s?’

‘That’s what I o just a little further We’ll rest up there’