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‘I’m really glad you liked it. The spotlighting was amazing. I never knew there were that many groovy animals up there. I’d love to do it again sometime,’ she said, grinning.
‘Oh come off it siss, you were scared out of your teeny little mind. I saw you jump whenever there was a rustle in the bushes!’ said her rude, but perceptive brother.
‘I did not!’ shouted Saffron.
‘You did so, you little wimp,’ sneered Charles, who was still rubbing the blue and yellow bruise on his leg.
‘Children, children! Not during mealtime, please!’ pleaded Angie. She really meant “not in front of the visitors” - but couldn’t very well say that in front of the visitors.
The kids just glared at each other over the table. It was almost time for school, so detailed plans and strategies about how best to use the research from the trip up Green Mountain were left to a later date. More thanks and good-byes were given. The two men had to travel back to the big city and would soon be gone.
School was dull but peaceful that day, half of the regular teachers were at a conference, so not a lot of work got done. Saffron didn’t enjoy being mean to the relief teachers, though a lot of her classmates made a real game of baiting them. She just sat there and dreamed of Mobo and Magic, making little sketches of them in the margins of her exercise books.
One regular teacher stopped Saffron in the corridor.