Kyle was first to get up from the tent the next morning.
I joined him a few minutes later, after eating a morsel of dried food. Mom talked about this too. I had also packed a few fruits from the garden to eat on the trip.
Kyle and I went to work clearing rubble and moving statues around.
Finally, I found what Berthe had been looking for. A golden baseball? Seriously? I chuckled to myself.
Kyle and I decided to head back to the general store and report back.
I handed Berthe her golden ball and the whole sordid adventure was over. Then she said, "Say, you look sort of familiar."
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