Page 7 of Searching for Thanksgiving

“I gots it everywhere now,” Morah complained, smearing more paint on her clothes as she tried to wipe the grass off her.

Pearl sat up and shrugged. “I just wants to have some fun.”

Morah sighed and sat down. “I guess you can use my paints… as long as you promises not to mix them together.”

Pearl shook her head. “I don’t wants to paint anymore. I guess I’ll goes see what the boys are doing. I can always attacks their clubhouse.”

Morah’s eyes widened. “Oh, that sounds like fun.”

“You want to helps me? We can be space pirates,” Pearl said with growing excitement.

“That—”

Morah’s words were cut off when a loud bang, followed by squeals, drew their attention to the far side of the garden.

“James!” Jade and Amber hollered.

“It wasn’t me this time!” James shouted back.

“James, looks out! They’ve gots glitter bombs!” Leo squealed.

“Glitter bombs! I gotta see this!” Pearl exclaimed.

Before Morah could say anything, Pearl shifted into her cat and took off across the garden. Morah hurriedly capped her paints before she shifted into her dragon and followed.

Maybe Pearl is right. Glitter bombs and adventures are a lot more fun than painting, she thought as she tore off across the garden as the squeals and shouts grew louder.

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