As the two of us move quickly but carfullly on down the Trail, Crystalo speaks up, “The Greg and Ernie told us to meet them at the Fork in the Trail.”
Before I can reply, we can hear a commotion of what sounds like severals sets of feet and assorted growls, grrrs, chatters, and tweets coming from our left.
“It does sound,” Crystalo remarks, “That the Stampede will be there before us.”
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