I met a friendly girl on the boat. She was very nice. But she made the boat catch fire. And the sailor wasn’t pleased, so she didn’t get her food.
Bibi tried explaing it wasn’t entirely her fault, but all she got in the end was that she didn’t get her food too. And if she didn’t, I couldn’t too. But I felt so hungry.
The girl tried comforting us, assuring us that they didn’t wash their hands anyway. I felt better. And I decided to like her already.
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