Adventure Series - 04 - The Sea of Adventure by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Children's Fiction
ISBN: 9780330448369
Publisher: Macmillan UK
Published: 2007-09-15T09:40:50+00:00

”I shall be deaf for the rest of the day! Lucy-Ann, look out for that potted meat. Huffin is much too interested in it.”

”Really - what with Kiki pinching fruit out of the tin, and Huffin and Puffin wanting the potted meat, and Philip’s rats sniffing round, it’s a wonder we’ve got anything ourselves!” said Lucy-Ann. But all the same, it was fun to have the creatures joining in and being one with them. Huffin and Puffin were especially comical that morning, for now that they were really friendly, they wanted to look into everything. Huffin suddenly took an interest in Dinah’s fork and picked it up with his beak.

”Oh, don’t swallow that, silly!” cried Dinah, and tried to get her fork away. But Huffin had a very strong beak, and he won the tug of war. He waddled away to examine the fork in peace.

”He won’t swallow it, don’t worry,” said Philip, tossing Dinah his own fork. “It’ll keep him quiet a bit if he plays with it for a while.”

The children’s fire was, of course, completely out. It had to be pulled to pieces and lighted all over again. This was not so easy as before, because everything had been soaked during the night. Still, the sun was so very hot that it wouldn’t be long before the wood and the sea-weed were bone-dry again.

The children missed out dinner completely that day, because it had been twelve o’clock before they had cleared up their breakfast things. “We’ll have a kind of high tea about five,” said Jack. “We’ve plenty to do - look for our tents - light the fire - find some more wood - and go and see if the motor boat is all right.”

Their tents were nowhere to be seen. One or two pegs were found but that was all. “The tents are probably lying on some island miles and miles away,” said Jack. “Scaring the sea-birds there. Well - shall we sleep in that hole tonight?”

”Oh no, please don’t let’s,” begged Lucy-Ann. “It’s smelly. And it’s so very hot again now that surely we could put our rugs on cushions of heather and sleep out in the open. I should like that.”

Philip looked up at the clear blue sky. Not a cloud was to be seen. “Well,” he said, “if it’s like this tonight, it would be quite comfortable to sleep in the open. We’ll plan to do that unless the weather changes. Let’s find a nice cushiony place, and put our rugs there, and our other clothes, with the ground-sheets over them. Good thing the ground-sheets only blew up against those birch-trees and got stuck there!”

They found a nice heathery place, not too far from where Lucy-Ann kept the stores, beneath the big ledge of stone, and piled their extra jerseys, their mackintoshes, their rugs and their ground-sheets there. Lucy-Ann had stored their spare clothes with the food under the ledge, but the rain had driven in, and had made them damp. So

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