The Bear: A Novel by Cameron Claire

Author:Cameron, Claire [Cameron, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
Published: 2014-02-11T05:00:00+00:00

16.

My head feels fuzzy like my tongue and I can’t think what I am doing lying under a tree and it is dark and we aren’t supposed to be in the forest with no Momma or Daddy and this far from the cottage except when we go in the canoe and then the tent is like the cottage and not too far from that but it is not here. Stick is like the fire. But just warm not so hot for cooking marshmallows so Gwen and I snuggle into him. He fits against my chest and his little bum is against my legs so I hope that he doesn’t pee. More important he is warm. I wish I was allowed a marshmallow. I put my arm around him so Gwen is near my shoulder and Sticky is like a big Gwen. His big clunky head is rattling around and he puts it on my arm to rest like a pillow. I wish I had one. He stops wiggling and it is a little bit warmer. Best would be a blanket and more food and really big marshmallows that were as big as Stick’s head so it would take all night to eat. I could eat the middle and then curl up inside it and be so so cozy. I think do princesses sleep in marshmallow and they probably do.

I hear eeeeeee and I hate that sound. It is by my ear and I can’t see but I know because I’ve gotten lots of bites before that it is a mosquito. They like my blood a lot. I use my hand to thump and I try to smoosh it against my ear. The eeeeeee stops and I think ha-ha! I close my eyes again and then nothing and then eeeeeee. I want to call Momma in to turn on the light and smack it. She is the best smacker in our family and can do smacks even in the dark or in a tent and she puts her finger and just goes squish on the top. It is gentle and nice like they are lucky that they got smacked by the tip of her finger only. My daddy won’t use hands he uses a flyswatter because he says he doesn’t want their bodies on his hand. Sometimes if they had bitten there is blood too and that is gross. I think so too so it’s better when the swatter or Momma does it but now it’s my hand and no light to see it. I feel it touch my cheek like a little tickly feather and I smack my face but still eeeeeee. I don’t like it and I thought Momma said no more mosquitoes for the year. I remember the time my eye got a bite on the top and it got puffy so I looked like someone punched me in the face but they didn’t. A mosquito stuck a straw into my skin to drink from me like a juice box.

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