Pete McGee sat bolt upright in bed. It was the middle of the night and he had just remembered something extremely important. He slapped himself on the forehead.
‘THE GREEN BOOK!’
The Green Book still lay beside the tree.
‘Hellooooooooo? I’m still out here! It’s really cold now. My pages are wet and I think the wolves are coming back.’
‘AHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!’
‘HELLLLLLLLLLLP!!!’