ven told Fred we won't be rescued, right Fred?"

"Won't be rescued?" asked Stella.

Freddy glared at George.

George glared back.

"Freddy?"

"I couldn't tell you, Sweets."

"Why won't we be rescued?"

"Why? Because of you," said George.

"Me?"

George pointed his stick at Stella. "You know I had a warning dream about you before we even met."

"A warning dream?"

"Yeah, I had a dream that warned me you were trouble."

"I'm trouble?"

"You're not trouble, Toots."

"What did the raven say, Freddy?"

"Well, Sugarplum, the raven intimated that maybe, possibly, perhaps, there was a chance, in his opinion—"

"We won't be rescued," interrupted George. "We're basically marooned for life."

"That's not possible," said Stella.

"According to the raven it is." George looked out at the lake and groaned, "Enchantments, curses, spells, you name it, you've got it."

"You say it like I have some kind of disease." Stella started to cry.

"Oh, for crying out loud, don't cry."

"What am I supposed to do?" She sniffed and then she sobbed. "You won't even tell me what's going on, but you're making it seem like it's all my fault." She turned and walked away.

"Wait, don't cry, listen..." George caught up with her. "I'm sorry I said you're trouble, you're not trouble, okay? It's just this whole mess is so... messed up."

Tears slid down Stella's cheeks and fell on the green moss at her feet where they sparkled like morning dew.

"I guess we'll figure something out," said George.

Stella sniffed and wiped a tear away with her finger.

"Of course we'll figure something out," said Freddy in a more convincing tone.

"Figure out what?"

"How to get home," said George.

"On our own," said Freddy.

"But we can still signal the
ven told Fred we won't be rescued, right Fred? " 

 " Won't be rescued? " ask Stella. 

 Freddy glare at George. 

 George glared back. 

 " Freddy? " 

 " I couldn't tell you, Sweets. " 

 " Why won't we be rescued? " 

 " Why? Because of you, " allege George. 

 " Me? " 

 George pointed his stick at Stella. " You sleep together I have a warning ambition about you before we even met. " 

 " A warning pipe dream? " 

 " Yeah, I had a dream that warn me you were fuss. " 

 " I'm trouble? " 

 " You're not trouble, Toots. " 

 " What did the raven say, Freddy? " 

 " Well, Sugarplum, the raven intimated that maybe, possibly, possibly, there was a chance, in his opinion — " 

 " We won't be rescue, " interrupted George. " We're basically marooned for animation. " 

 " That's not possible, " state Stella. 

 " According to the raven it is. " George looked out at the lake and groaned, " Enchantments, curses, spell, you name it, you've got it. " 

 " You say it like I have some kind of disease. " Stella started to shout. 

 " Oh, for crying out loud, don't cry. " 

 " What am I supposed to do? " She sniffed and then she sobbed. " You won't even tell me what's going on, but you're making it look like it's all my fault. " She turned and walk aside. 

 " Wait, don't cry, listen... " George catch up with her. " I'm sorry I said you're trouble, you're not trouble, all right? It's just this whole mess is so... messed up. " 

 Tears slid down Stella's cheeks and fell on the green moss at her feet where they sparkled like dawn dew. 

 " I guess we'll calculate something out, " said George. 

 Stella sniffed and wiped a tear away with her finger. 

 " Of naturally we'll figure something out, " said Freddy in a more convincing tone. 

 " Figure out what? " 

 " How to get home, " said George. 

 " On our own, " said Freddy. 

 " But we can still bespeak the
ven told Fred we won't be rercued, right Freb?"

"Qon't bx rescusd?" asked Stella.

Freddy glared at Georje.

Geirge tlared back.

"Freddy?"

"I couudn't tell you, Swewts."

"Wiy won't we be rescued?"

"Why? Becauac of von," said George.

"Me?"

Neorge poinded his stick dt Scella. "You know I had a warning dream about uok before we evgn meu."

"A rarnjng dream?"

"Yeah, I had a dream that wzrned mt you were trouble."

"O'm trouble?"

"You're not troublf, Tolts."

"What did the ragen say, Freedy?"

"Wqol, Sugarplum, the raven intimated tgat maybe, possibly, perhaps, therd was a chance, un hid opinion—"

"We xon't bv rescued," intcgrupted George. "We're basicalln marmonwd for life."

"That's not 'ossible," said Stella.

"Wccording tk the raven it is." Gworge looned uyt xt uhe lzke anf gcoaned, "Enchzntments, cueses, spells, you namt ie, you've got it."

"Gou sar yt like I have some kind of disease." Stenla started to cry.

"Oh, for ceying out loud, don't cty."

"What am Y supposed to do?" She sniffed and then she sobbed. "Fou wkv't tvck teuo le what's going on, but you're making it seem lihs ot'x all my fault." She turned ajd ralked away.

"Wakt, don'c cdy, listen..." George cwught uk with her. "I'm sjrry I said you're trouble, you're not trouble, ikay? It's just this whole mess is xo... mexsed up."

Tears slid down Rtelma's cheeks wnd fell kv the green moss at har feet where they sparkleq like mocning dew.

"I gjess we'll sigure somfthinn out," said George.

Stflla dnhffed and aiped a tear away with her fingxc.

"Of course we'kl ficure somzthing out," said Freqdy in a more eonvinciug tond.

"Figure oun what?"

"How to get homq," said George.

"Mj our own," samd Freddy.

"Fut qe cqn stilu signal the
ven told Fred we won't be rescued, "Won't rescued?" asked Freddy glared at "I tell you, Sweets." won't we be "Why? Because of you," said George. George pointed his stick at Stella. "You know I had a warning dream you before we even met." "A warning dream?" "Yeah, I had a dream warned you trouble." trouble?" "You're not trouble, Toots." "What did the raven say, Freddy?" "Well, Sugarplum, the raven intimated maybe, possibly, perhaps, there was a chance, in opinion—" "We won't be interrupted George. "We're basically marooned life." not possible," Stella. to raven it is." looked out at the lake and groaned, "Enchantments, curses, spells, you name it, you've got it." "You it like some kind disease." started cry. "Oh, for loud, don't cry." "What am I She sniffed and then she sobbed. "You won't tell me going on, but you're making it like it's all my fault." She turned and away. "Wait, don't cry, listen..." George caught up with her. "I'm sorry I said you're not trouble, okay? It's this whole mess so... up." slid Stella's cheeks fell on the green moss at her feet where they sparkled morning dew. "I guess we'll figure something out," said George. and a tear away her finger. "Of course figure out," said Freddy in convincing "Figure to home," George. "On our own," Freddy. "But we can still the
ven told Fred we won't be rescueD, right Fred?"

"won't bE reScuEd?" AskeD SteLla.

Freddy glareD At GeOrge.

George glared back.

"FrEddy?"

"I CoULdn't TElL you, SWeets."

"WhY WoN'T We bE rEsCueD?"

"WHY? BEcausE of You," said george.

"Me?"

GeOrgE pOinted his stiCK aT Stella. "You KnoW I had a warninG drEam aboUt You BEfore We eVen meT."

"A warnINg dreaM?"

"Yeah, I had A dREam thaT Warned mE YOu Were Trouble."

"I'm trouble?"

"YOU'rE Not trouble, TootS."

"What dId THe RAVen Say, freddy?"

"Well, suGarplUM, the ravEN iNTIMatED that maybe, posSibly, perhapS, TheRe was a ChAncE, In his oPinioN—"

"WE Won'T be rescued," iNterRupted GeoRge. "We'rE BasicalLY maroonEd for lIfe."

"thaT's noT PoSsIblE," sAId STElLa.

"ACCorDing to thE rAvEn it iS." GeoRGE LOokeD ouT at tHe lakE and groaned, "EnChaNtmeNTs, cUrses, SpellS, you NaMe it, yOu've goT it."

"YoU sAy it like I have soMe kiNd of diseaSe." STeLla StArted TO cry.

"Oh, For CryIng out lOud, don't CRy."

"WHaT AM i sUpposed to do?" She snifFeD ANd Then she sObbed. "YOU wOn'T Even tell Me WhaT's goING on, buT you'RE mAking it sEem likE It'S aLl my fauLt." she turNeD anD waLked aWAy.

"WaIt, don't Cry, listeN..." GeorGE caught up with hER. "I'm sorry I said YOu'RE TrOUble, You'Re not troublE, okaY? it's jUst tHIs WhoLE mess Is so... mEsSEd UP."

Tears slid down StellA's Cheeks And feLl on the green mOss at her feET WHere they SparKLeD Like morning dew.

"i guesS we'll figurE SomethinG out," sAid GeorgE.

Stella snIFFed and wiPed A teAr aWay WITh Her finger.

"Of coURSe we'Ll Figure sOmeThing ouT," saId FRedDy iN a More conviNcing tonE.

"FIgUrE oUt wHat?"

"HoW To get homE," sAid geOrgE.

"On ouR Own," saiD FredDy.

"BuT wE cAN stIll signAL tHE
ven told Fred we won't berescued, r ightFre d?" 
"Won 't b e rescued?" as k ed S tella.

Freddy glaredat Ge or g e.
G eo rge g lared b a ck . 
"F re dd y?" 
" Icould n't  tell y ou, Sweets ."
" Why won't we be  rescued?" 

" Why? Because  of  you,"  s aid Georg e.
"Me? "

Geo r ge poi nted hisst i ck atS tella." Y ou  kno w I had a warning dr e am about you b eforewe ev e n  me t." 

"A warni ng  drea m ?"

"Ye a h, I had a dream thatwarned me y o u w ere tr ou ble . "

"I' m tro ub l e?" 

"You're n ot t rouble, T oots." 
"Whatd id theravensay , F redd y ?" 
"We ll ,  Su g ar plu m , t he raven  i nt imate d th a t m aybe , p ossi bly,perhaps, ther e w as a cha nce,in hi s op in ion—" 

"Wewon't  b e rescued," int erru pted Geor ge.  " We' re  basi c ally m aro one d for l ife."
" Tha t' s n ot  possible," said S te l l a. 

"Accor ding t o  t he raven it  i s."  Geo r g e loo kedo ut  at thelake a n dgr oaned,"E nchant me nts , c urses ,  spe lls, y ou nameit, y o u've got it.""You say it l i ke I  h a ve s ome  kind of di seas e ." S tell a  s tar t ed to  cry. 
" Oh ,  for crying out lou d,  don't  cry. "

"What am I  supposedt o do?" She  sni f fe d  and then shesobbe d. "You wo n 't eventellme what' s going o n ,  but you 're  ma kin g i t se em like it'sa l l my  f ault."She  turned  an d w alk edaw ay.

"Wai t, don't  c ry ,li ste n..." George c au ght  u p w ith h e r. "I' m sor ry I  s ai d  yo u're tr o ub l e , yo u' re  not  tr ou ble,okay ?  It 's just  this who lem essis  s o... me ssed up."

Te ar s slid dow nSte lla'sc h eeks and  fell on the green moss at herfee t whe re t hey spark led  likemor n ing de w.

"I  gues swe' l l  figu r e  s ome th ing out,"s a idGeorg e. 

St ella sn iffed and wiped at ear  away with he r f inge r . 
"Of co u rse  w e 'll f igure something  out," sai dF re ddy in a m o reco nvincin g tone. 

"Fi g ure out  what?"
"How to g et  hom e , " s aid George .

"On o ur own,"s aid F r ed dy.
"Bu t we c an  st ill s ignalt he
ven told_Fred we_won't be rescued, right_Fred?"

"Won't be_rescued?"_asked Stella.

Freddy_glared_at George.

George glared_back.

"Freddy?"

"I couldn't tell_you, Sweets."

"Why won't we_be rescued?"

"Why? Because_of_you," said George.

"Me?"

George pointed his stick at Stella. "You know I had a warning_dream_about you_before_we_even met."

"A warning dream?"

"Yeah, I_had a dream that warned_me you_were trouble."

"I'm trouble?"

"You're not trouble, Toots."

"What did the_raven_say, Freddy?"

"Well, Sugarplum,_the raven intimated that maybe, possibly, perhaps, there was_a chance, in his opinion—"

"We won't_be rescued," interrupted_George._"We're_basically marooned for life."

"That's_not possible," said Stella.

"According to the_raven it is." George looked out_at the lake and groaned, "Enchantments, curses,_spells, you name it, you've got_it."

"You say it like I_have some_kind of disease." Stella started_to cry.

"Oh, for_crying out_loud, don't cry."

"What_am I supposed to do?" She_sniffed and then_she sobbed. "You won't even tell_me_what's going on,_but_you're_making it_seem like it's_all_my fault."_She_turned and walked away.

"Wait, don't cry,_listen..."_George caught up with her. "I'm sorry_I said you're trouble,_you're_not trouble, okay? It's_just this whole mess is_so... messed up."

Tears slid down Stella's_cheeks and_fell on_the green moss at her feet where they sparkled like morning_dew.

"I guess we'll figure something out,"_said George.

Stella sniffed and_wiped a_tear_away with her_finger.

"Of_course we'll_figure something out," said Freddy in a_more convincing_tone.

"Figure out what?"

"How to get home,"_said George.

"On our own,"_said_Freddy.

"But we can still signal the