
PAGE 1 OF 14Somebody’s coming…
Sunny had been counting sleeps. Seven sleeps. Six sleeps. Five, four, three, two. And now, at last, no sleeps at all.
It was Beach Picnic Day.
She had packed the basket the night before. Sandwiches. Berries. One whole pot of honey for Fuzzby, with a lid on, for everyone else.
She poked her nose outside.
Plip.