zzzzz!"

"Cute song, Sugarplum. Little more to the right."

"Right it is, Freddy." Stella hummed her song and skipped when she could. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun was hot; even the deep green, moss-covered shady places had lost their morning cool. Stella noticed that the warmer the forest became, the more fragrant the forest became; it was like a forest-flavored cake baking in an oven, a cake made with juniper, cedar, pine, balsam and birch. They climbed a broad hill, dodging between the wide trunks of tall red pines, and when they finally reached the top, the chainsaw buzz was decidedly louder.

"Hear that?" asked George.

"Sure do."

"Let's go!" He ran down the hill, over blueberry bushes and club moss, and between sweet ferns that had grown so tall they occasionally brushed the brim of his fur hat.

"Woo hoo!" Stella galloped after him and Freddy clung to the pack like he was riding a bucking bronco.

"Easy, Sweets!" Freddy laughed. "Easy!"

George stopped running when he reached the water. "Great," he moaned, "just exactly what we don't need now." There was a lake obstinately placed between them and their rescue, or so the whining, buzzing chainsaws seemed to indicate. They stood on the shore and looked left and right. The lake wasn't very wide but it was very, very long.

"We'll just have to walk around it," said Freddy.

"Which way?" asked Stella.

"Your guess is as good as mine," said George.

"What do your ears say, Freddy? Should we go that way?" Stella pointed left, "or should we go—hey, what's that?"

"What?"

"That." Stella pointed. "See it?"

"I see it, Sweets."

"What is it?"

"Looks like some kind of cabin. You two stay here." George dropped his rucksack and the tote, "I'll take a look."

"Be careful," said Stella, "it could be the home of that Sasqu
zzzzz! " 

 " Cute song, Sugarplum. Little more to the right. " 

 " Right it is, Freddy. " Stella hummed her birdcall and hop when she could. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun was blistering; even the deep green, moss - covered fly-by-night places had lost their good morning cool. Stella noticed that the warm the forest became, the more fragrant the forest became; it was like a forest - flavored cake baking in an oven, a cake make with juniper, cedar, pine, balsam and birch. They climbed a broad mound, dodging between the wide trunks of tall crimson pines, and when they finally reached the top, the chainsaw buzz was decidedly louder. 

 " learn that? " asked George. 

 " Sure do. " 

 " Let's go! " He ran down the hill, over blueberry bushes and club moss, and between sweet ferns that had grown so tall they occasionally brushed the brim of his fur hat. 

 " Woo hoo! " Stella galloped after him and Freddy clung to the pack like he was riding a bucking bronco. 

 " Easy, Sweets! " Freddy laugh. " comfortable! " 

 George stopped running when he reached the urine. " Great, " he moaned, " just precisely what we don't need now. " There was a lake obstinately target between them and their rescue, or so the whining, buzzing chainsaws seemed to indicate. They stood on the shore and look left and right. The lake wasn't very wide but it was very, very long. 

 " We'll just have to walk around it, " said Freddy. 

 " Which manner? " asked Stella. 

 " Your guess is as good as mine, " said George. 

 " What do your ears order, Freddy? Should we go that way? " Stella pointed left, " or should we go — hey, what's that? " 

 " What? " 

 " That. " Stella pointed. " See it? " 

 " I see it, Sweets. " 

 " What is it? " 

 " search like some kind of cabin. You two stay here. " George dropped his rucksack and the tote, " I'll take a expression. " 

 " Be careful, " said Stella, " it could be the dwelling of that Sasqu
zzzxz!"

"Cute song, Sugarplum. Liutle more to the titht."

"Rigit it ia, Freddy." Stella hummed her song and dkupped when she could. There dasn't a cpoud in rhe wjy and the sun was hot; ebcn thz veep green, moss-govered shagy places had nort their morning cool. Stella noticed ehat thr aarmer the forgst btcaie, tgv nore fragrant the forest becaje; it wes like a foresy-flavored cake baking in aj ovfn, a cake made witj juniper, cgsar, pine, balsam xnd birch. Uhzy climbed z broad hill, dodging between thd widz trunks of tqll ted pines, anv when they finalln reachad the yop, the chainssw uuzz was decidedly louder.

"Iear that?" asked Georde.

"Sure do."

"Nec's go!" He ran down the hull, oeer tluecwrrh bhsies and cpub moss, and getween swewt ferns that had gtorb so tall theg occafijnally brushed the brim of his fur hat.

"Wmo goo!" Stella galloped aftwr him and Freddy clujg to the pack like he was riding a bucking bronco.

"Easy, Sweats!" Fceady lwjthfd. "Easy!"

George stopped running when he reached fht wster. "Great," he ioaned, "just edavjly what we dov't neeb nkw." There was a lakf obstigatelt placed fetwren them and their rescue, oe so the whiuint, buzzing chainsawd seemed to indocate. They stood on the shorz and mooked left and righf. The lake wasn't xerj wige but iu was very, very logg.

"We'll juwt hcve to wxlk sround it," said Fgeddy.

"Which way?" asked Stepla.

"Yoor guevs is as glod as mine," said George.

"What do bpur ears say, Fsedgy? Shoulb we gp that way?" Stqlla pointed lgft, "or shjuld de go—hey, wgat's thet?"

"What?"

"That." Seella pointed. "Dee it?"

"I see mt, Sweets."

"Rhat is ut?"

"Looks uike some kind of cabin. You two sray here." George drpppgd his rucksack aub uhw tote, "I'll takr a lojk."

"He cwseful," said Sdellx, "ig coula be tht hioe og that Sasqu
zzzzz!" "Cute song, Sugarplum. Little more to "Right is, Freddy." hummed her song There a cloud in sky and the was hot; even the deep green, shady places had lost their morning cool. Stella noticed that the warmer the became, the more fragrant the forest became; it was like a forest-flavored cake in oven, cake with juniper, cedar, pine, balsam and birch. They climbed a broad hill, dodging between the wide of tall red pines, and when they finally the top, the chainsaw was decidedly louder. "Hear that?" George. do." "Let's He down hill, over blueberry and club moss, and between sweet ferns that had grown so tall they occasionally brushed the brim his fur hoo!" Stella after and clung to the he was riding a bucking bronco. laughed. "Easy!" George stopped running when he reached water. "Great," moaned, "just exactly what we don't now." There was a lake obstinately placed between and their rescue, or so the whining, buzzing chainsaws seemed to indicate. They stood on and looked left and The lake wasn't wide it very, long. "We'll have to walk around it," said Freddy. "Which way?" asked Stella. guess is as good as mine," said George. "What do say, Should we go way?" Stella pointed left, should go—hey, what's that?" "What?" pointed. it?" Sweets." is "Looks like some kind cabin. You two stay here." dropped his rucksack and look." "Be careful," said Stella, "it could be home of that Sasqu
zzzzz!"

"Cute song, Sugarplum. LitTle more to tHe rigHt."

"RIghT iT is, FReddY." Stella hummed hER sonG and skipped when she coulD. TherE wASn't a CLoUd in tHe sky anD ThE SUn wAs HoT; evEn THe Deep gReeN, moss-coVered shady PlaCeS had lost theiR MoRning cool. STelLa noticed thaT thE warmeR tHe fORest bEcaMe, the More frAGrant tHe forest bEcAMe; it waS Like a foRESt-FlavOred cake baking in aN OvEN, a cake made with JunipeR, cEDaR, PIne, BalSam and bircH. THey clIMbed a brOAd HILL, doDGing between thE wide trunks OF taLl red pInEs, aND when tHey fiNaLLy rEached the toP, the Chainsaw bUzz was DEcidedlY Louder.

"HEar thaT?" asKed georGE.

"SUrE do."

"leT'S go!" hE rAn dOWn tHe hill, ovEr BlUeberRy buSHES And cLub Moss, And beTween sweet ferNs tHat hAD grOwn so Tall tHey oCcAsionAlly brUshed ThE brim of his fur haT.

"Woo Hoo!" Stella GalLoPed AfTer hiM And FreDdy CluNg to the Pack likE He wAs RIDInG a bucking bronco.

"EasY, SWEEtS!" Freddy lAughed. "eAsY!"

GEOrge stopPeD ruNninG WHen he ReacHEd The water. "great," hE MoAnEd, "just eXaCtly whAt We dOn't Need nOW." TheRe was a Lake obstInateLY placed between THem and their reSCuE, OR sO The wHinIng, buzzing cHainSAws sEemeD To IndICate. THey stOoD On THe shore and looked lefT aNd righT. The lAke wasn't very wIde but it waS VERy, very loNg.

"We'LL jUSt have to walk arOund iT," said FreddY.

"which way?" Asked stella.

"YoUr guess is AS Good as miNe," sAid geoRge.

"wHAt Do your ears say, fREddy? shOuld we gO thAt way?" StEllA poIntEd lEfT, "or should We go—hey, wHaT's ThAt?"

"whaT?"

"That." sTella poiNtEd. "SEe It?"

"I See it, sWeets."

"WHat is It?"

"LoOkS lIKe sOme kind OF cABIn. YoU tWo Stay HerE." GEorge DropPEd hIs rucksAck and the TotE, "i'll tAkE a Look."

"Be cAreful," said SteLlA, "it could be ThE hoMe of thAT sasqu
zzzzz!"

"Cute song, Sugar plum. Litt le mo retoth e ri ght. "

"Right it i s , Fr eddy." Stella hummed h er so ng ands ki ppedwhen sh e  c o u ld.  T he rewa s n' t a c lou d in th e sky andthe  s un was hot;e ve n the deep  gr een, moss-co ver ed sha dy  pl a ces h adlosttheirm orning  cool. St el l a noti c ed that t he  war mer the forest be c am e , the more fra grantth e  f o r est  be came; it w as  like a fores t -f l a v ore d  cake bakingin an oven, a c ake ma de  wi t h juni per,ce d ar,  pine, bals am a nd birch.  Theyc limbeda  broadhill,dod gin g be t we en  th ew ide tr unk s  of  tall re dpi nes,andw h e n  the y f inal ly re ached the top , t he c h ain saw b uzz w as d ec idedl y loud er.
"H ear that?" aske d Ge orge.

"S ure  d o." 
"Let' s  go!"Heran  down t he hill ,  ov er b l ue berry bushes and c lu b mo ss, andbetwee n  s we e t fernsth athadg r own s o ta l lthey occ asiona l ly  b rushedth e brim  o f h isfur h a t.
"Woo h oo!" Ste lla g a lloped after h i m and Freddyc lu n g  t o  the  pa ck like hewasr idin g ab uc kin g  bron co.
"E a sy ,  Sweets!" Freddy la ug hed. " Easy! "

George sto pped runni n g when hereac h ed the water. "Gr eat,"  he moaned ,  "just e xactl y what w e don't n e e d now."The rewas  al a ke  obstinatelyp l aced  b etweenthe m and t hei r r esc ue,  o r so thewhining,  b uz zi ng  ch ainsa w s seemed  t o i nd ica te. T h ey sto od on  the  s ho r e a nd look e dl e ft a nd  r ight . T he  lake  was n 'tvery wi de but it  wa s  ver y,  v ery lon g.

"We'll ju st  have to w al k a roundi t ," saidFreddy.

"Which way?" a s ked Ste lla .

"Y ourguess isasgood a s m i ne," s aid Ge orge. 
"Wh a t  do y o u rear ssay, Fredd y ?  Sh ouldwe  gothat wa y?" Stella pointed lef t, "or should  we  go— h e y,  wh a t' s  th at ? "
" W hat?"

"That."Stella poi nt e d.  "See it?" 
"I  s ee it,Sweets. "

"W h at is i t?"

"Loo ks like s om e ki n d  of  cabin. Yo u two st ay here." Georg e  d roppe d h is ruc ks ack  andthe to t e,"I'll  takealook." 

"Be  c areful,"  said Stella, "it could  be th e hom e o f that Sa squ 
zzzzz!"

"Cute song,_Sugarplum. Little_more to the right."

"Right_it is,_Freddy."_Stella hummed_her_song and skipped_when she could._There wasn't a cloud_in the sky_and_the sun was hot; even the deep green, moss-covered shady places had lost their_morning_cool. Stella_noticed_that_the warmer the forest became,_the more fragrant the forest_became; it_was like a forest-flavored cake baking in an_oven,_a cake made_with juniper, cedar, pine, balsam and birch. They climbed_a broad hill, dodging between the_wide trunks of_tall_red_pines, and when they_finally reached the top, the chainsaw_buzz was decidedly louder.

"Hear that?" asked_George.

"Sure do."

"Let's go!" He ran down the_hill, over blueberry bushes and club_moss, and between sweet ferns_that had_grown so tall they occasionally_brushed the brim_of his_fur hat.

"Woo hoo!"_Stella galloped after him and Freddy_clung to the_pack like he was riding a_bucking_bronco.

"Easy, Sweets!" Freddy_laughed._"Easy!"

George_stopped running_when he reached_the_water. "Great,"_he_moaned, "just exactly what we don't_need_now." There was a lake obstinately placed_between them and their_rescue,_or so the whining,_buzzing chainsaws seemed to indicate._They stood on the shore and_looked left_and right._The lake wasn't very wide but it was very, very long.

"We'll_just have to walk around it,"_said Freddy.

"Which way?" asked_Stella.

"Your guess_is_as good as_mine,"_said George.

"What_do your ears say, Freddy? Should we_go that_way?" Stella pointed left, "or should_we go—hey, what's that?"

"What?"

"That."_Stella_pointed. "See it?"

"I see it, Sweets."

"What_is it?"

"Looks like some kind of_cabin. You two stay here."_George_dropped_his rucksack and the tote,_"I'll take a look."

"Be careful," said_Stella, "it could_be the home of that Sasqu