Wednesday 15th February 2017 - Centre Parcs, Day Three. I woke to the news that Poppy and Riley had gone home. Robbed of my companions I fell into a berserk fury, while Clara fell victim to a strange melancholia.
By lunchtime Mummy and Daddy had clearly had enough, they dressed us in our warmest clothes, led us deep into the forest and told us to wait until the bears found us. Dutifully, we did as we were told. We waited and waited, but no bears came, not even a small teddy. So, eventually, we all trudged back to the cabin, all the while Daddy muttering hopefully about reinforcements arriving in the morning.
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