Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE Once upon a dark and eerie night...

Frederick yawned. I'm actually feeling a bit tired. Frederick often yawned when he felt nervous. I think I'll go inside the bus for a nap.

I might just take my recorder. I'll blow on it if I get...

...lost.

The moon shone through the trees, making strange shadows on the wall of the tent. The tent door flapped and cracked in the night wind.

Alice, can you come here? Hang on, Frederick.