It's late afternoon by the time we're settled, so Dad
makes a campfire and Mother cooks our dinner over the flames. We sit
around the campfire and balance our plates on our laps.
After we finish we help Mother and Dad clean our campsite, and get rid
of leftovers. The sky is still light, so we take a hike.
Dad leads the way single file along the trail, then Roger, me, and Mother
at the end. In that way Roger can watch Dad, just in case he needs help,
and I take care of Mother. Well, Dad and Mother do sort of look after
us, too. Anyhow, off we go.
Dad heads toward Mount Nokomis, a low hill a short distance from the
campsite. We push through tall grass and around bushes and rocks.
Soon we're climbing the slope of Mount Nokomis.
I hear a rustling sound behind a bush.
'What' s that noise?' I turn to Mother and whisper.
'I really don't know,' Mother says. We look to where the rustling is
coming from but can't see anything unusual. Meanwhile, Dad and
Roger stop and Mother and I catch up to them. We stand close, the four
of us, and look into the bushes.
There it is again.
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