I guess we fell asleep.
Suddenly, I'm wide-awake. I hear Roger sleep-breathing. That can't be
what wakened me. I listen hard. There it is again. The sound is like
someone shaking and rustling paper bags. Then another sound, like tin
cans rattling. I'm curious.
'This needs to be looked into,' I think.
I unzip my sleeping bag, reach over and tap Roger's sleeping bag.
'Uh,' Roger says sleepily. 'Is it morning already?'
'No, silly,' I whisper. 'Keep your voice down and listen.'
We lie quietly in our sleeping bags. There it is again, soft rustling and
scratching sounds and, now and then, rattling.
'What do think it is?' Roger asks, now fully awake.
'I don't know,' I reply. 'Shall we check it out?'
'Let's do it,' he answers.
Very quietly, we slip out of the sleeping bags and crawl to the tent
opening. Roger opens the flaps a crack and peeks out. I get above him
and look out over his head.
There's just enough moonlight to make out the trees and the nearby
tents. We can see Mother and Daddy's tent in front of ours. The
sounds are coming from off to one side.
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