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G pulled
out the last of the musrooms, cut the ‘tater
things into smaller pieces and stuck a stick
through them with pieces of carrot. "There" she
said, "now for the fire." One leaf,
some splinters of old crumbly wood, and walla!
…. they had a little fire going ….. G & J
gradually added a few bigger pieces of wood
and then held out the two sticks over the fire
. Well, one stick was just carrots and ‘tater
things. J didn’t like mushrooms. They ate berries
while they held the sticks. It was tricky to
cook the stuff without burning up the stick
… oops, a ‘tater fell off in the fire … well
there were some coals and ashes now. It just
might cook better there! After turning and
turning her stick-o-’tater, G decided she thought
it was done enuf to eat.
Using another stick, Julio got his 'tater out
of the ashes and let it cool off. Then he brushed
the askes off and chomped. "Oooh, hot hot
hot!" he yelled. He blew on it some and
then it was gone in a flash. "Not bad,
not bad" he said. G said hers needed salt
or butter or something, but wasn’t too bad either.
Then they cut up a papaya for dessert and split
the last avocado between them. They only had
one papaya left, a pineapple or ‘sweet ‘tater’,
and one bunch of bananas.
The fire was going out now and the air was rather
chilly. "Wish we had some Chips to keep
us warm," said J yawning. G yawned too.
They stamped the fire out. There was no way to
turn off the marshmallow balls and neither did
they want to. They hung them high on rocky crags
so the whole area was lit up. The horses were
laying down and sleeping. Muff was even flat
out asleep by the pool. J checked on his frog,
came back and climbed into the hammock. G laid
her saddle blanket over Julio and took the other
one off the floor and shook it. Then she climbed
in beside Julio and in two seconds they were
asleep …. but with very strange dreams, that
were half real.
G dreamed of ghostly like figures floating around
with armor on, going in and out of the dark openings.
Sometimes she could see a room as if lit up and
then the light went out. She heard feet marching
and trumpets blowing. The clang of swords on
shields was ear piercing. Then she heard horses
galloping and getting further away and further
away. Some of the ghostly figures floated in
the air above the hammock. Some hung over the
sleeping horses. G thought she saw some sitting
by where the fire had been as if they were trying
to warm themselves.
J woke up early and said he had weird dreams, something
about floating ghosts hanging over the hammock
and the horses. "Hey, I had the same dream
Hoo!" said G. "Maybe it wasn’t a dream
at all" . . . whispered J. "Look! I think
I see one down there just going into that room!" "Ai
yai yai" said G. That’s all we need. "Hey,
where are the horses?" cried out G.
The place was still rather gloomy. Either it
was overcast outside and the sun wasn’t shining
on the white swirly stripes of the mountain side,
or it was just dawn. "I’ll go look for them" said
Hoo, "and Muff, you come too." Hoo
put his headlight on and down the corridor they
went, J & da Muff. He was holding Muff by
her headlight cord just so she wouldn’t go bounding
off or something. He wasn't skeerd at all: 'gulp!'
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