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Freckles:I’d rested without moving for a very long time before I heard a sound I recognized. The High-Voiced One always makes that scratching sound before it enters the Other World from the fresh-smelling portal. I jumped to my feet and ran to the middle of the clearing, ready to greet it. But then I thought better of that plan. What if the invaders were returning? They might try to trick me by coming in a different portal than the one they had left through. 
No, it was better to be cautious until I had a chance to assess the situation. There wasn't time to hop back to my tree, so I chose a nearby bush to hide inside.
 
 






 d and MY Home Place? Not only were they invading my space, but they were making a mess -- throwing things on the floor and shoving the boulders and trees in my Home Place around. That must have been what they were doing in the Other World earlier. Don't they know that making messes and shoving things around is MY job!
d and MY Home Place? Not only were they invading my space, but they were making a mess -- throwing things on the floor and shoving the boulders and trees in my Home Place around. That must have been what they were doing in the Other World earlier. Don't they know that making messes and shoving things around is MY job! Freckles:
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