 Wish you were here!

Love,

Mummsy and Dads!

"Yeaup, there it is... Mummsy..." Stella handed the card back. "But it just seems kinda weird."

"Weirder than a talking ferret?"

"No, but—"

"Sugarplum..." Freddy loped up from the back of the boat carrying something pink and something shiny. "Look what I found for you."

"Sunglasses," said Stella.

"Helps fight the glare."

"Thanks, Freddy." There was a mirrored pair of aviator glasses with silver rims and a pink-framed pair of Wayfarers. Stella took the pinks and handed the mirrors to George. "Hey, do you want your hat?" Stella had never seen George without his fur hat and she was beginning to miss it.

"Sure, thanks." George slipped on the mirrored shades. "Grab the Clark Bar out of my pack while you're back there. It's time to celebrate."

"What're we celebrating?"

"We're going home. We'll be back in time for dinner."

"You really think? This morning you said we might not get home before winter, and that was a pretty gloomy thing to say."

"Yeah, but that was before this Chris-Craft." George patted the steering wheel. "It's why they're called speedboats, everything happens really fast."

Stella found the Clark Bar and grabbed the hat. "Here you go, Captain Chris-Craft." She pushed the hat down on his head so it wouldn't blow away, and then she returned to the bow lounge, unwrapped the Clark Bar and split it in half. "Here."

"Thanks."

Stella took a bite of her half and watched the rippling blue water blur and vanish under the speeding hull of the boat. She liked facing forward but she also like facing the back so she could watch George drive the boat. In his Hawking Quantum Physics Camp jersey, mirrored aviator sunglasses and fur hat, Stella thought he looked a lot like an evil genius in a James Bond 007 movie, an evil genius who had a thing about fur and also a secret hideout built inside a mountain where he was using his quantum physics camp knowledge to secretly design and build a
Wish you were here! 

 Love, 

 Mummsy and Dads! 

 " Yeaup, there it is... Mummsy... " Stella handed the card back. " But it just seem rather weird. " 

 " Weirder than a speak black-footed ferret? " 

 " No, but — " 

 " Sugarplum... " Freddy loped up from the back of the boat carry something pink and something shiny. " Look what I recover for you. " 

 " Sunglasses, " said Stella. 

 " help oneself fight the glare. " 

 " Thanks, Freddy. " There was a mirrored couple of aviator glasses with silver rim and a pink - framed pair of Wayfarers. Stella learn the pinks and handed the mirrors to George. " Hey, do you desire your hat? " Stella had never seen George without his fur hat and she was beginning to neglect it. 

 " Sure, thanks. " George slipped on the mirrored sunglasses. " Grab the Clark Bar out of my pack while you're back there. It's time to celebrate. " 

 " What're we celebrating? " 

 " We're belong home. We'll be back in time for dinner. " 

 " You really think? This morning you said we might not beget home before winter, and that was a pretty gloomy thing to say. " 

 " Yeah, but that was before this Chris - Craft. " George patted the steering wheel. " It's why they're called speedboats, everything happen really fast. " 

 Stella found the Clark Bar and grab the hat. " Here you run low, Captain Chris - Craft. " She pushed the hat down on his head so it wouldn't blow out away, and then she returned to the bow lounge, unwrapped the Clark Bar and split it in one-half. " Here. " 

 " Thanks. " 

 Stella took a bite of her half and watched the rippling blue water blur and vanish under the speeding hull of the boat. She liked facing ahead but she also wish face the back so she could watch George drive the gravy boat. In his Hawking Quantum Physics Camp jersey, mirrored aviator sunglasses and fur hat, Stella thought he looked a lot like an evil genius in a James Bond 007 movie, an evil ace who had a thing about fur and besides a secret hideout built inside a mountain where he was using his quantum purgative camp knowledge to secretly plan and build a
 Widh you were here!

Love,

Mummry and Dads!

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 Wish you were here!

Love,

Mummsy And Dads!

"YeaUp, theRe iT is... muMmsy..." stelLa handed the carD Back. "but it just seems kinda weiRd."

"WeiRdER thaN A tAlkinG ferret?"

"nO, bUT—"

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"sunglAssEs," saiD StellA.

"helps fIght the glArE."

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"SUre, ThanKS." GEoRge SlIPpeD On The MIrrOred shadEs. "grAb the clarK bAR Out oF my Pack While You're back therE. It'S timE To cElebrAte."

"WhAt're We CelebRating?"

"we're gOiNg home. We'll be bacK in tIme for dinNer."

"yoU reAlLy thiNK? This mOrnIng You said We might NOt gEt HOME bEfore winter, and that WaS A PrEtty glooMy thinG To SaY."

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"ThankS."

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 Wish you were here!

Love ,

Mummsyand D ads !
"Y eaup , th ere it is... M u mmsy ..." Stella handed the  card  b a ck." Bu t itjust se e ms k ind awe ird ." 
" Weird erthan atalking fe rre t? "

"No, but— " 
"Sugarplum ... " Freddy lop edup fro mthe backofthe b oat ca r ryingsomething  p i nk and somethi n g  s hiny . "Look what I fo u nd for you."

"Su nglass es , "s a idSte lla.

"Hel ps  figh t  the gl a re . " 
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"S u re, th ank s."  George  slippe d  on  t h e mi rrored shades. "Gr ab t he  Clark B ar out of  m y  pack wh il e y ou'r e backther e .It's tim e to c e le br ate."
"W hat're  w e c ele brati n g?"
"We'r e goinghome. We'll be backi n time for di n ne r . ""You  re ally think?  Thi s  mor ning yo u s a id we  migh tn ot get home before win te r, and  that  was a pretty  gloomy th i n g  to say. "

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"Thank s." 

Stel lat ook abite o f her  h alf a nd wa t c he d t he  ripplingb l uewater  b lurand van ish under the spee d ing  hull of theboa t. S h e  l ike d  f a cin gf orw a r d but she alsolike facin gt he  back so s h e c ou ld watc h Georg e dri v e the b oat. In h is Hawkin gQuan t u m P hysics Cam p jersey , mirrore d  avia t or  sung las ses an dfur  hat,  Stell a  th ought  he lo ok ed a l ot li ke  an evil  genius in a James Bond  007 m ovie,  an  evil gen ius who  had a th ingabout furand  al so asec r et hi deou t  b uil t  insi de a mountainw he reh e  w as using hi s q uan tum p hys i cs cam p kn owledge to secret l y design and b uild a 
 Wish_you were_here!

Love,

Mummsy and Dads!

"Yeaup, there_it is..._Mummsy..."_Stella handed_the_card back. "But_it just seems_kinda weird."

"Weirder than a_talking ferret?"

"No, but—"

"Sugarplum..."_Freddy_loped up from the back of the boat carrying something pink and something shiny._"Look_what I_found_for_you."

"Sunglasses," said Stella.

"Helps fight the_glare."

"Thanks, Freddy." There was a_mirrored pair_of aviator glasses with silver rims and a_pink-framed_pair of Wayfarers._Stella took the pinks and handed the mirrors to_George. "Hey, do you want your_hat?" Stella had_never_seen_George without his fur_hat and she was beginning to_miss it.

"Sure, thanks." George slipped on_the mirrored shades. "Grab the Clark Bar_out of my pack while you're_back there. It's time to_celebrate."

"What're we_celebrating?"

"We're going home. We'll be_back in time_for dinner."

"You_really think? This_morning you said we might not_get home before_winter, and that was a pretty_gloomy_thing to say."

"Yeah,_but_that_was before_this Chris-Craft." George_patted_the steering_wheel._"It's why they're called speedboats, everything_happens_really fast."

Stella found the Clark Bar and_grabbed the hat. "Here_you_go, Captain Chris-Craft." She_pushed the hat down on_his head so it wouldn't blow_away, and_then she_returned to the bow lounge, unwrapped the Clark Bar and split_it in half. "Here."

"Thanks."

Stella took a_bite of her half_and watched_the_rippling blue water_blur_and vanish_under the speeding hull of the boat._She liked_facing forward but she also like_facing the back so_she_could watch George drive the boat._In his Hawking Quantum Physics Camp_jersey, mirrored aviator sunglasses and_fur_hat,_Stella thought he looked a_lot like an evil genius in_a James Bond_007 movie, an evil genius who had_a_thing about fur and also a_secret_hideout built inside a mountain where_he_was_using his quantum physics camp_knowledge to secretly design and build_a