The Camping Trip p.6
Fru Fru wished she could be enjoying her time sunbathing beside the river. If only her ears weren’t ringing from that strange scream earlier and the fennec fox and cheetah weren’t wallowing miserably in the river.
“Ugh. This is pointless. Come on, you two. Back to camp.”
“Nuh-uh. Soaking. Dun’ wanna itch.”
“. . . eeeeeeekekekek . . .”
Fru Fru rolled her eyes. “Such wimps. Seriously, you’ll wrinkles staying there any longer and that’ll be terrible for your complexion.”
“But the water feels so goooood . . .”
“But paaaiiin . . .”
“Oh, hush up, both of you. We’ll all feel better once we get some food in our bellies, I promise.”
Grumbling, the pair slowly stood up from the water. Fru Fru began smiling, freezing at the multitude of leeches hanging from them. Her mouth opened—
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Judy looked up from her hyper-ventilating fox, ears perked. “Fru?”