10 Where the Filed Things Are

CHAPTER 10 WHERE THE FILED THINGS ARE We sail and we sail and we sail and we sail.

We sail fast. We sail slow.

We sail high. We sail low.

We go and we go and we go and we go. "Look!" says Jill, pointing to an island-shaped shape in the distance. "There's an island!" "I hope it's our treehouse desert island!" says Terry. "It looks a bit like it, except I don't remember our island having quite so many filing cabinets."

"Our island doesn't have any filing cabinets," I say. "And this one has stacks of them. Stacks and stacks, all piled on top of one another!"

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