the treehouse

Lizzie looked around sadly. All that her, Izzy and Felicity had was a small blanket, a little bread and cheese and a slowly disapearing supply of  matches for light and warmth. Trekking along in the thick undergrowth, Izzy looked up and shouted “Hey, come look at this!”. Lizzie came rushing over from a berry bush she had been examining to see if it was safe and Felicity came wandering over, squeezing a poor monkey to her chest. “Let that poor thing go, it will take away our cover. the hunters will hear it.” said Lizzie, looking up at last. “Wow. Questions then answers.  First, how did you find it, Secondly do you think its safe, and Finally, is that berry bush safe to eat?” said Felicity. The others had never heard a 4 year old say so much.” Well. lets go and find out.” said lizzie and izzy together. The “it” we are talking about was a small broken treehouse in a particulary high tree. this was no problem though, as they were squirrels.