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“I have an idea,” Dunstana declares. “I think we should splash him with water.”
“Why?” Prima asks, staring in bemusement down at the little pirate.
Vera gives her sister a knowing nudge.
“You never know,” Dunstana says, “he might actually be made of sugar.”
Vera gives her sister a knowing nudge.
“I like the way she thinks,” she notes.
“He is not made of sugar,” Prima protests. “He is not going to melt if we splash him with a little bit of water!”
She glances over her shoulder.
“And, oh geez, he heard that. He’s looking right at us!”
“Run for it!” Vera exclaims, snatching up Dunstana and bolting around the corner.
“Okay,” Prima pants once the three are safely out of sight around the corner. “Okay. That didn’t go our way. But we can figure this out. There’s three of us. And there’s only that one guard. We’ve got this.”
“I still think we should splash him,” Dunstana insists. “And if that doesn’t work, we just splash him some more!”
“It is not going to melt him, Dunstana!” Prima counters.
“It might,” Vera mutters.
“So if it doesn’t melt him,” Dunstana explains. “He’ll still be wet. It’s cold today. He’s not going to want to stand outside all day if he’s cold. He’s going to need to go home and change. And well he’s changing, we can just sneak into the door.”
“Wow,” Prima says. “That almost makes sense. No. That’s good. Let’s build on this. We’ll need a distraction. And when the guard is distracted, we —”
She blinks when she realises she’s currently talking to herself.
“What are you doing?” Prima exclaims, running after Dunstana and her sister.
Vera and Dunstana have gone off to carry out the ‘Splash the Guard’ plan.
“It sure is cold today,” the guard in question says to himself, utterly unaware of the sorry fate in store for him. “It would be a terrible day to get wet. If I were to be soaked from head to toe somehow, I wouldn’t be able to bear standing out here in the cold.”
“Take that!” Dunstana exclaims as she dashes by, splashing the contents of the bucket sitting beside the door on the unsuspecting guard.
Dunstana drops the bucket the ground with a clatter and disappears around another corner. Vera is following close behind. And Prima is desperately trying to catch up.
“Shoot,” Dunstana mutters, peering around the corner from a safe distance. “I was sure he was actually sugar. I really wanted to melt him.”
Prima stares in bemusement.
Although the guard is not, in fact, made of sugar nor even particularly water-soluble at all, his day is well and truly ruined.
“Who left that bucket here?” he groans. “Now I’ll have to go inside and change! And then who’ll be guarding the door! Thanks a lot, guys. If somebody sneaks in, this’ll be all your fault.”
“Wow,” Prima mutters. “I cannot believe that worked!”
Vera turns back to her sister and sticks out her tongue.
“And you never want to splash them!”
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