“Can we keep him, please?”
Carl started muttering again to himself as they waited for Russell to return. Rapunzel sat on a rock, with her arms wrapped around her knees, humming to herself. She could see now why her mother had longed to come here; it was a very peaceful, exotic place.
“I found the snipe,” came Russell’s voice, suddenly.
“Oh, did you?” mused Carl, humouring him.
Rapunzel adjusted her harness. “Good for you, Russell.”
“Are they tall?” asked Russell.
“Oh, yes, they’re very tall,” said Carl.
“Do they have a lot of colours?”
“They do indeed.”
“Do they like chocolate?”
Rapunzel...
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