Ben holds one hand. Teddy holds the other. My feet are sore. Ben has a bag with some food and water. Maybe we can stop for some soon.
We had to leave everything else behind. It’s hard to wipe your eyes when a teddy’s holding your hand.
‘It’ll be a great big adventure,’ comforts Ben, ‘we can look after ourselves. I bet we’ll meet dragons and giants and aliens and everything.’
‘Will it be scary?’
‘Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.’
‘Will we never ever see home again?’
‘Well,’ says Ben, ‘not till dinner-time anyway.’
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