Page 39 of Searching for Thanksgiving

Leo jumped off of James’s back and shifted back into his two-legged form. He was shaking his head.

“It’s all dark.”

“It’s getting dark out here. Do you think Thanksgiving would mind if we went insides?” Sacha asked.

“I don’t thinks she would mind,” Pearl answered, twisting the knob. It opened under her hand. “See! She must not minds otherwise it would be locked.”

Before Morah could protest, the small group piled inside. She followed, looking around. The hut was smaller than she thought it would be, not much bigger than her bedroom back at the palace.

“James, lights a fire. It’s cold in here. Sacha, you searches upstairs,” she instructed.

“There she goes being bossy again,” Leo muttered.

Morah pointed a finger at Leo. “You and Pearl search around outside.”

“I don’t think she was gone very longs. There is still food on the table,” Hope observed.

“Can I eats it?” Leo asked with a hopeful expression.

“Outs, Leo!” Morah ordered.

“Bossy pants,” Leo muttered as he pulled open the door and he and Pearl exited.

“There’s only a bed ups here,” Sacha said from the staircase.

“What are we goings to do, Morah?” Hope inquired.

Morah thought about it for a minute before she placed the knapsack on the floor next to the door.

“We waits until morning. We can sleep inside on the floor like we do when we have sleepovers,” she said.

They turned when the door opened. Pearl entered, followed by Leo who was chewing on something. Morah groaned. She hoped he wasn’t eating any bad stuff.

“It’s a carrot. He got it out of the garden,” Pearl replied before she could ask.

“There’s no ones out there,” Leo mumbled around the carrot he was eating. “I think Thanksgiving might be lost.”

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